Blaze POV
Tracking Clare down was harder than I'd anticipated. The Banshee wasn't just trying to keep me from her; it was trying to drag me into its illusion, to drown me in a maze of false memories and shifting scenes. Every time I thought I was closing in on her, the world around me would change, twisting and warping, making it impossible to know where I had already searched.
Since the first time I'd seen her and the Banshee in the form of Clark—my brother, her brother—I had yet to catch a real glimpse of Clare again. I knew she was still there, somewhere in the depths of this illusion, but she was hidden from me, cloaked in a fog of manipulated reality.
That was until now.
I finally saw her again.
