Serpent & Dove

Coco’s warning reared to life with terrifying clarity. Though the Church did its best to conceal the mysterious circumstances of each death, all had been buried in closed caskets. “There he is.” Coco motioned to a man in the corner. Ancient and unadorned, the castle of Cesarine was a fortress befitting its city. She thrashed, finally free of whatever had been holding her—still fighting, even as she struggled to breathe—but her body stilled quickly.