The fog before her eyes was too thick to see through. Reyna barely saw the hand she put in front of her face, let alone were she was going. She really hoped Miran had ran so far away that she wouldn't get even a scent on him otherwise he was dead. If not by her hand then by the red hot fury that burned inside her.
His power was blocking her most of her senses and at the same time keeping her in the present, not allowing her to slip into dreams. Izzy hadn't appeared yet, so maybe the Light inside her weakened her bond to the spirit. She was beginning to hate her fate, was she always bound to be in such a vulnerable state for the rest of her existence?
