Echoes of the Chosen One by Joyce Tariro Taviringana

Previously

…“Don’t go yet,” he’d pleaded, his voice a low hum against her ear. “Stay with me.” And she did. She stayed, caught in the gravitational pull of his presence, ignoring the growing unease in her heart. She was on the precipice, teetering between the known and the unknown, and she suspected, with a chilling certainty, that the ground beneath her was about to give way. The whispers of the dark were growing louder, and she knew, with a dawning dread, that they were about to reveal secrets she wasn’t prepared to hear.