Betty's POV. 

The High Priestess’s breath had barely settled when the water moved again.

With a pull as though something beneath the surface awakened and seized the moment.

My mark burned.

Suddenly, the water turned dark—ink-black before exploding into light.

I stumbled back with a gasp as images surged upward, swirling like a film projected inside the basin. Damien caught my elbow instantly, but even he froze when he saw it.

Because it wasn’t water anymore.

It was a window into ...