PENELOPE'S POV
The knife whistled past my ear.
I rolled to the side, just as another blade caught on the tree where my head had been. As I staggered behind a big oak tree, my heart slammed against my chest.
"Come out, little queen," a chilly voice said from some distance in the darkness. Let us make this quick.
Trying to catch my breath, I hid my back against the coarse bark. This isn't meant to be happening. Seraphina claimed the area of the woodland was safe. She had assured no one would discover us here during my training.
But someone had had.
The killer floated among the woods like a phantom. His gentle, cautious footsteps could be heard drawing near. As I sought my power, my hands shook but nothing happened. The silver light that had been so heavy yesterday vanished.
I murmured "Seraphina," into the mental link we had. "Help me."
stillness.
