The Firstborn: They See What Others Cannot. But None Can See the Evil They Will Face from Within.

Three supernatural gifts. Two thousand years of division. One moment of truth.
Hannah's head hung, long brown hair in her eyes. Her face felt pasty with cold and fatigue and pain. Arms behind her back, she sat in a chair, wrists and ankles tied to the wooden frame, chair legs bolted to the floor.
A cold car.
A gun.
Horror. Pain. Grief. Screaming.
A windshield blistering with holes.
Darkness.
It all came over her like a flood. A pouring out of pictures in her mind. But then there was one mor...