Frankie:
I could feel it—the cold. It gnawed at me, biting through my bones and dragging me further into the abyss.
The ooze clung to me, thick and suffocating, weighing me down. I tried to move, to summon my magic, but everything was heavy and trapped. I was drowning in it—this place—this dark, suffocating nightmare.
I gasped, but the air was too thick and stagnant. I could barely breathe. I couldn't see beyond the blackness, but I knew she was there—Nettie. I could feel her presence like a poison in the air.
I kept trying to focus on myself. I needed to stay awake. I kept trying to figure out what this place was and how to escape it.
What had she called it? A world between worlds, she'd said. How do I escape something like that?
Darcel would know…
With the thought of my mates, I
