WILLA
Nyra's voice was the loudest I had ever heard it.
It pierced through my mind like a siren, sending a violent shockwave down my spine and into every limb.
"Come to me, Willa," the other voice whispered again — soft, sweet, and dangerously dreamlike. "It's time to pay for your oath."
My oath. Damn it.
A strange, warm feeling bloomed in my chest. My head throbbed. My vision dimmed at the edges.
For some terrifying reason, I wanted to sink to the ground and listen to that voice. To obey it. To ignore the darkening sky and the rain threatening to fall.
I knew none of it was my own will. Yet I couldn't fight it.
"Willa…"
"Run!" Nyra snarled, slicing through the seductive pull like a blade.
I lurched forward, snapping back to reality. My vision cleared. I spun around, blinking rapidly as I scanned the forest.
"What is going on, Nyra?" I breathed, clutching my chest. A deep, unnatural ache had formed there.
