Aria's POV

My whole body went cold at Dad's words. "She's alive? Elena is alive?"

Before he could answer, a sharp pain cut through my head. I screamed, falling to my knees as images flashed behind my eyes—Elena's face, older now, twisted with hate. A woman with silver hair mixing something in a stone bowl. Rowan, chained to a wall, fighting against unseen bonds.

"Aria!" Dad and Caleb both rushed toward me, but another wave of pain sent me crawling backward.

"Don't touch me!" I gasped. ...