POV: Sienna
The vision hits me during breakfast, violent and sudden enough that I drop my coffee mug. It shatters on my kitchen floor, hot liquid spreading across tile, but I barely notice because I'm seeing something worse.
Vivian. Blank-eyed, empty, smiling without meaning. Marcus standing over her with something in his hand, something dark and liquid and wrong. Black smoke pouring from his mouth as he speaks, wrapping around Vivian like chains.
And then fire. Always fire. Everything ending in flames.
I gasp back to reality, my kitchen floor covered in broken ceramic and coffee. My nose is bleeding again, the visions taking physical toll lately. I grab a towel, press it to my face, try to steady my breathing.
Something is very wrong with Vivian. Worse than the contract, worse than Marcus's legal control. The vision showed magic, compulsion, darkness that has nothing to do with Chase's curse.
I grab my phone, call Vivian. It rings six times before going to voicemail.
