Betty's POV. 

The High Priestess’s gaze didn’t waver from me. The faint glow of the stone reflected in her eyes as though she already knew what it meant.

She stepped closer, her hands folding gracefully before her. “Do you know what this stone signifies, child?” she asked, her voice low, almost reverent.

I shook my head slowly, still staring at the faintly pulsing light in my palm. “No, High Priestess.”

Her lips curved, not into a smile. “It means your mind is not bound by ...