“Please,” Mei whispered, broken.

She knew what she had to do. She had to go to Cavour. She had to put up the wall that would end this war. She didn’t know what would happen when she did it, if it was even possible. But she knew what would happen if she didn’t try.

She had seen it.

Everyone would die.

“Please,” she repeated.

“Good-bye, Mother.” The girl turned away from her and flipped the tent flap back open.

“Zahina, please …”

But she was already gone.

And Mei had to save the world.

Kerrigan jolted back into her body full force. She rocketed forward, pushing Zina over and breaking their protective circle. The spirits zoomed in all around them. The wind picked up, and the spirits grabbed at both of them. The energy was so erratic that Kerrigan couldn’t help the scream that ripped from her throat.

Zina jumped to her feet and threw her hands out. “Cease.”

The spirits popped out of the space, leaving everything suddenly empty. She smothered the skittering flames and spilled candle wax before turning back to Kerrigan, who was huddled on the floor in a ball, shaking.

“What happened?” Zina asked, calm but firm.

“I don’t know.” She squeezed her eyes shut.

“One minute, you pulled me into the spirit world, and the next minute, you disappeared.”

“I was… I was pulled into a vision.”

Zina sat back on her heels. “A vision? Have you had one before?”

Kerrigan nodded.

“Helly didn’t tell me.”

“She’s been protecting me,” Kerrigan said, slowly coming up to a sitting position. She wiped the stray tears from her cheeks. “I’ve had a few visions of the future in the last couple years.”

“Harbinger,” Zina whispered.

“That’s what Gelryn said. And recently, I had visions of the past.”

“What have you seen?”

Kerrigan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I saw your mother.”

Because it was clear that was what she had witnessed. The night that Mei had put up the magical barrier around the House of Shadows, she had gone to her daughter. A daughter named Zahina with black hair and dark brown eyes. The woman sitting right before her.

“My mother?” Zahina whispered, coming back to a seated position.

“Mei.”

Zina exhaled. “I haven’t heard that name in a thousand years.”

“I saw you arguing in a war camp during the Great War. She asked you to leave.”

Zina held up her hand. A tear welled in her eye. “I have relived that night more times than I care to recount. She disappeared that night. The Society… they said she was killed in the war. But I know my mother… and she was already leaving.”

“She put up the magical barrier around the House of Shadows.”

Zina’s head snapped up. “What?”