Aurora’s POV

Sloane’s manor was quieter than before. The roses still trembled in the breeze, their red petals glowing like embers scattered across the courtyard.

But now, something else lingered in the air , an unspoken weight, a ghost pressing against the edges of every breath I took.

And her name was Ayda.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Sloane had looked at me,first with heartbreak, then disbelief, then something dangerously close to fear. As if she had seen a spirit rise from ...