Betty's POV. 

The High Priestess stood in the centre of the room, her hands raised slightly, eyes closed as she murmured words I didn’t understand.

I felt a pull in my chest, like something invisible was pulling me.

Then, the floor beneath us began to glow faintly like circles of light swirling into patterns. 

I reached instinctively for Grandma’s hand, gripping it tightly.

“Stay close,” Damien said beside me, his voice low but steady. “The passage can be… ...