Maisie
Half the roof was gone.
My breaths came in hard and fast, my chest heaving as a cloud of plaster and pulverized brick rained down on us. I twisted up off the floor, my hands trembling against the debris, but Soren's arms caught me.
His lips were parted and he was staring at me with fascination. "Your eyes," he whispered.
My gaze fell on a jagged shard of window glass resting near my knee.
I stared at my reflection.
I reached for my face in wild panic, pulling my eyelids up and down, blinking hard.
They were glowing. Ruby red.
I wheezed a harsh breath and jerked my head up to the sky.
Dark clouds were gathered directly above the gaping hole in the building, swirling furiously like the eye of a tornado.
Ashbourne didn't have tornados.
Thunder crackled within the vortex, but as I stared up into the unnatural wind, my blood ran cold.
It wasn't thunder.
