••{RHIANNON'S POV}••
The light is blinding.
I throw my arms up, shielding my eyes as it burns through my vision.
All I see is white. Like the world has been ripped apart and the sun rays poured directly onto me. My ears ring, my stomach lurches and for a heartbeat, I'm certain I'm dying.
Then the light starts to fade.
Slowly, I lower my arms.
The first thing I notice is the silence.
The second thing I notice is the cold breeze brushing against my skin.
I turn in a slow circle, my breath shallow, my heart racing so hard it hurts.
We're not in Darkholme.
We're not even close.
I'm standing on a hill with tall, wild grass bending beneath my feet. A forest stretches endlessly around me, thick with towering trees and shadows that sway gently in the wind. And far in the distance, so far it looks unreal, I see the black spires of Darkholme rising against the horizon.
It looks small from here.
I suck in a sharp breath and spin around.
"Nayeesha—"
She's right behind me.
