The world shimmered.

Not with the gentle glow of twilight or the faint echo of candlelight, but with the charged brilliance of something breaking, reshaping, rebirthing. Emma’s breath caught in her throat as the air around her quivered. Jack stood just inches away, his hand still wrapped around hers, firm and grounding.

They were in the Eye.

The ancient chamber hidden deep beneath the estate, carved from old stone and woven with whispers older than memory. It was a room that held power, ...