The whispers came again, deep in the dark of the night to tear through her subconscious. It had been that way since the night the Lady and the Tempest had arrived at the Shelter. Sky had felt that something was off, something wasn’t right and that the warning was far more then that ill uneasy feeling quivering through her flesh.



Her hands rose to her temples as the whispers folded over and over, increasing in volume and lapping over each other until the voices and the whispers were deafening. Sky covered her ears even as she screamed if only to mute out the sound of those whispers.



This time it was so much more different. Not only now were there voices but there were images flashing through her mind of an angel involved and linked to the Lady that seemed to have a past intertwined with Avy and Finn. Another image of a religious man determined to find salvation for a courtesan cloaked in red.



Sky was screaming again as the images joined the voices till it was all too much to handle, a pale haired woman in companionship of a scarred man, a beauty of a vessel protected by a dark beast, and finally… two mistaken for sinners trapped to forever pay the price.



Schuyler had never known them and yet she found herself screaming their true names before the names of Avy and Finn touched her lips. It was the realization of the soundproof room that finally entered her awareness and she stumbled out of her room, eyes colt wild before she collapsed to her knees.



The words were not her own to speak but she spoke them the same as her flesh felt as if it was on fire. Fingers curled into a vice grip at her knees as the names trailed and twisted in Latin, focused intently on the destiny of two sinners to arrive at their door. This was only the beginning…