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It should have been amazing.

But the second it hit my tongue—something felt wrong.

The flavor dulled.

Flattened.

Each bite made the hollow in my chest worse.

Not better.

I frowned, taking another bite anyway.

“Good?” Emery asked.

“Yeah,” I said automatically.

But it wasn’t.

Not really.

Because whatever this hunger was—it wasn’t for food.

And then—it hit me.

Not a sound.

And not a voice.

An awareness.

Sharp.

Immediate.

Right in the center of my chest.

Like something had reached out and touched me.

I stumbled a step.

“Whoa—Serena?” Ursula caught my arm.

My breath caught.

My heart spiked.

Because I knew what it was.

Who it was.

Raven.

And somehow—he knew exactly where I was, too.

He was here.

Well, not here exactly.