(Cameron)
I hated not knowing. I hated the threads of possibility that spooled from this. We had dealt with a lot of vague threats before, but even with our research, even with finding more and more clues, it still pointed to nothing concrete. And anything we found just pointed to something more terrifying. If what that witch, Esmeralda, said were true, Soleil was closer to a deity, or she used to be.
We were pretty much going in blind, even though the others held a bit of optimism I wouldn’t squash. We knew a few things for certain but the things we knew weren’t very useful. Everything that we actually needed answers to was all speculation.
After hours of pouring over papers and maps, I finally sank into bed and didn’t wake until well after dawn. I cradled a mug of coffee in my hands,
