Chapter Forty-Six

Scarlett’s POV

The room tightens around us the moment the grandfather speaks.

Killian goes rigid beside my bed, every bit of his body coiled like a predator waiting for the next threat to reveal itself.

I swallow, pulse fluttering.

“What… did the stones reveal?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Grandfather Magnus steps closer, the lamplight tracing every line on his aged face. His eyes—silver, ancient—don’t waver from mine.

“Something dormant awakened ...