Lucien’s POVI watched as she meditated, the pendant clutched tight in her hand. Its glow flared faintly, then died, leaving the air heavy and stagnant.Her eyes flickered open.

“I can’t pinpoint the exact location,” she said, her voice steady but edged with strain. “Something is blocking the connection.” Her gaze rose to meet mine. “I can only see the places she’s passed by.”

My fist slammed down on the desk of her workshop, rattling the shelves and jars. “What do you mean ...