Verity's POV

The dark mirror rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand.

I stood before it in my private chambers, Azazel lying watchfully at my feet, his red eyes fixed on the swirling surface. The ancient magic hummed through the air, making the torches flicker and shadows dance across the walls.

Then, the mirror cleared.

A face appeared—hooded, features obscured by shadow and enchantment. Only their eyes were visible, sharp and attentive, waiting for my command.

"My Queen," they ...