There was nothing supernatural at all in Neptune. No one died and came back from the dead. They just stayed dead. Preya had been an adjustment. But she had been here for almost nine years. She had gotten used to the fact that magic did indeed exist. However, no she did not know what it was like back where Dean came from. “Yeah?” she raised her brow. “What sort of price?”
“No,” Veronica replied honestly. At least she could answer that question. “I’ve been around awhile and nothing like this has happened before.” It was unsettling to say the least. Veronica’s best guess was that it had something to do with recent arrivals. What else could possibly have brought it all on? Well there were the poppies, but where had the poppies come from exactly?