Betty's POV. 

The shrine felt different at night.

Shadows stretched long across the stone floors, and the air hummed with old magic, the kind that seeped into your bones and reminded you of things older than memory. 

I stood in the centre of the room, candles flickering around me in a perfect circle, the High Priestess watching with those piercing eyes that missed nothing.

"We resume where you left off," she said, her voice echoing slightly in the vaulted space. 

"The calming nerve ...