Chapter 187

• Lucia's POV
• We walked down the spiral path into the crater like we were descending into some twisted snow globe. Ash kept falling, sticking to our sweat. The kids with blue eyes watched from the rails but didn’t come closer. Not yet.
• The village sat at the bottom, nestled against the lava glow like it belonged there. Perfect little streets. Palm trees in neat rows. White houses with blue shutters and porches that screamed normal. Too normal. Creepy as hell.