Chapter 31

Kristen’s POV

I was standing on the front lines in my military uniform. There was a rifle in my hand, and I felt ready for battle. Smoke and dust filled the air, and I couldn’t see two feet in front of me. I knew that I was surrounded, and I knew that I would have to act fast if I wanted to survive.

I was about to charge into the fray when Daphne materialized in front of me. She was wearing a white dress with bloodstains on the front of it. Her hair was wet and plastered to her face, and her eyes were sad—but there was a savage wildness about her that I didn’t quite understand.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“Me?” Daphne asked. “This is my world; you are the one who shouldn’t be here.”

I looked around me, and suddenly, I knew that bombs were about to rain down on both of us. “We have to go,” I told her. “Or we’re both going to die.”

Daphne stood where she was and shook her head at me. “This is what you signed up for,” she said. “This is what