The idea of an extraterrestrial being captured on Earth felt surreal, like something torn straight from a science fiction novel.
Helena let out a bitter chuckle. "Milk."
The word echoed in Ivy's ears.
Milk.
Milk.
Her mind reeled as scattered memories slammed together.
The note she had once found in the Ravencroft family's attic, clearly stating that milk should never be given.
At the time, she hadn't known who it was meant for.
Now she did.
Her face drained of color as realization struck.
Every instance flashed before her eyes. In her previous life, the cold drink Ember had given her. The so-called energy drink.
The cookies Talia had offered in this life, which she'd eaten without a second thought, unaware they contained milk.
Each time, her death frequency had been triggered.
Each time, people around her had been hurt.
A cold horror seeped into her bones. She looked at Helena, her voice barely audible. "Mother…"
