Scarlett’s Point of View
“C’mon Dylan, pick up the phone” I nervously tapped my finger on the table. I looked at the clock. It was 5:30 in the morning, Lucky and I had only been home from NY for a for a few hours.
“What’s wrong?” Dylan asked me when she answered the phone.
“I don’t know if somethings wrong, but something’s up.”
“What’s going on?”
“I dreamt or had a vision or whatever it was of a weird sigil. I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s important. As soon as I woke up, I sketched what I saw. I just sent you a picture of it.”
“What’s happening?” I heard Rowan ask Dylan.
“Scarlett had a vision of a sigil, she just sent me a picture of it” she put me on speakerphone as she looked at it. “I have no idea what that it is. I’m sending a group text to Laa and Bastien now.”
