Seraphine felt it before she saw it—the air itself had changed. The aura that once hummed with fragile balance now pulsed with corruption, seeping into her veins like venom. The veil was gone. Evil had burst forth, and with it came monsters from the other world… and someone she had prayed never to face again.

Rosalinda.

The reason she had begged for the veil to be mended. The reason she thought she had rid herself of the twins forever. Fate, it seemed, had other plans.

They were free. ...