Leanne stayed quiet for a moment, staring out at the ocean. I’d never felt as close to my friend as I did now . . . but she’d also never seemed quite as distant. Perhaps it was that she killed off the petty part of her in creating a doppelganger, but it seemed like more than just that. Like she’d seen too much and carried too many secrets to ever be the same.
“I was with Cecilia. She, you can trust, though even she might not be enough to save you.”
My gaze shot to her. She met my eyes, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips.
“I’m sorry Gabrielle, but it’s not over,” she said. “The devil hasn’t given up—if anything he’s more dangerous. This isn’t the end of your troubles, it’s only the beginning.