Ashina’s pov

I followed, my heart pounding. What kind of game was Érica playing? As we stepped inside, the familiar scent of wood smoke and herbs filled my nose. Darren’s house always smelled like this, a mix of nature and old magic. It was a comforting scent, but it did little to ease my anxiety.

“Where’s Maya?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but Darren must have sensed the tension in my voice. He gave me a sympathetic smile.

“She’s around. She’ll join us soon,” he said, ...