(Chapter 102:Mira's POV)
The air changed the moment we crossed the veil.
Cold. Sharp. Ancient.
Lorenzo's world.
The heavy silence pressed against my chest as we emerged into the heart of his domain—the Obsidian Keep, a fortress carved into the jagged cliffs that loomed above a sea as black as ink. It wasn't just a castle. It was a warning.
And something in my gut twisted. Whatever waited inside—it wasn't friendly.
I glanced at Lorenzo. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw was tight, tension humming beneath the surface. He felt it too.
"We're being watched," I murmured.
"Always," he said, his voice low. "Stay close."
The great iron gates groaned open, and the scent of blood—old and fresh—saturated the air. Selene shifted beside me, magic crackling faintly across her fingertips. Caelyn moved with wolfish grace, eyes scanning every shadow. Even Vincenzo, who wore indifference like armor, was on edge.
And I knew why.
