Chapter 65

Serena’s POV

The sacred chamber felt too quiet.

The kind of quiet that seeps into your bones and makes you aware of every heartbeat, every breath, every fear you’ve tried to bury. Moonlight filtered through a circular opening in the ceiling, pooling over the marble floor like liquid silver. The air hummed faintly—old magic swirling, ancient and patient.

I held Leo against my chest, cradling his warm, sleeping body. His lashes rested softly against his cheeks. His tiny ...