Moira's POV

The coffee shop buzzes with typical midday energy as we push through the glass door, Maya's unconscious weight supported between Logan and Lucas. The barista looks up from the espresso machine, her expression shifting from welcome to concern when she notices Maya's pale, lifeless form.

"Excuse me," I approach the counter, fighting to keep my voice steady. "We're looking for the Luminarch Coven. Our friend needs help."

The barista's ...