The Old One called to me.
Took me off my Kansas horse farm and into a vision of the future. My beautiful land had been taken away, bulldozed and turned into a suburb.
Only the Spirit Key can save our heritage.
Young Sara looks like the best candidate, but she must embrace her Native American roots to keep the land safe from intruders and that means letting in the ghosts, and with them the fears of that night so long ago.
But a niggling tells me the Old One has something else in mind. Something I won't like. And I'm under orders not to help Sara find her purpose in any way.
The Spirit Key needs a mate. Someone who respects our heritage and can speak to the dead. The Old One cringed at my interfering matchmaking. I made a bad choice.