CHAPTER 24

Imara sat on the edge of the garden pool with her feet in the water. Her lips were swollen and chapped from the unending stream of tears. She inhaled deeply and smiled as the warm wind blew through her hair and eased the ache in her heart for just a second.

Dying isn’t what you think it is. For supernaturals, death is a rebirth. Whether it’s on Earth or in the Realm, life goes on. When Imara died, her soul tried to enter the Realm only to be ripped out of its warm embrace...