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The weekend had been nothing like what we had looked forward to. It stretched longer than it should have, weighed down by uncomfortable situations.
Naeva’s reaction to everything—the confusion, her kidnapping. Everything kept playing in my mind, twisting me up. I had almost started questioning the prophecy.
I sat staring at my palms, empty now. The latest traces of light from the spell were gone, faded.
Each of us had two. That was all. I had used my first on Camden, when we almost lost him. And the second, the last one, I spent to drag Naeva out of that darkness to bring her back from where she was held.
There was nothing left to use. That was all.
I should have been afraid. But a strange calmness wrapped around me instead. Like maybe it was worth it. Maybe she was worth it. I couldn’t leave her helpless.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Cassian’s voice came from the inn
TheoThe weekend had been nothing like what we had looked forward to. It stretched longer than it should have, weighed down by uncomfortable situations.Naeva’s reaction to everything—the confusion, her kidnapping. Everything kept playing in my mind, twisting me up. I had almost started questioning the prophecy.I sat staring at my palms, empty now. The latest traces of light from the spell were gone, faded.Each of us had two. That was all. I had used my first on Camden, when we almost lost him. And the second, the last one, I spent to drag Naeva out of that darkness to bring her back from where she was held.There was nothing left to use. That was all.I should have been afraid. But a strange calmness wrapped around me instead. Like maybe it was worth it. Maybe she was worth it. I couldn’t leave her helpless.“Hey, what’s going on?” Cassian’s voice came from the inn
Naeva QuinnI fell back to the floor, my palm throbbed in pain from the impact of the fall. My breath came out ragged, clouding the air before me. I pressed my injured hand against my chest.And realisation hit me, that this place was far more dangerous than I thought.“Theo,” I called again, my voice, a plea more than anything.Silence answered me.I swallowed, tried again, this time louder. “Theo!”Nothing.The room itself answered back—a voice that didn't feel human. low, taunting, followed by a ripple of laughter.“You still don’t understand, do you?” The voice said, dripping with mockery. “No one is coming for you. No one can hear you. Anyone here will only hear what I allow.” My heart sank as the new realization; the entire place was sound-manipulated. My voice won't leave here.Hope crumbled inside and melted inside me like ice.I slid back against the floor, my chest thudding, Was this how it ended? “What will you do now?” the voice came again, coaxed.Anger burned through t
Naeva Quinn When the car finally jerked to a stop, my chest dropped with the sudden silence. The noise from the road died and with it, the biting cold that had followed me all along seemed to disappear. The air here was different. Warm. Like the very walls were breathing heat back at me. Rough hands gripped me, dragging me from the back seat. My wrists burned against the rope, the knot too tight, unforgiving. I kicked out, my legs thrashing against solid bodies, but it did nothing. My feet scraped against hard ground, boots against gravel, then wood, then something smoother. I gave up the fight. Not because I wanted to, but because it was pointless. They were stronger, and I was wasting strength I might need later. Dialogue, I thought. Words could do what force could not. “You’ve got the wrong person,” I said, my voice sharp, stern, trying to hold steady against the storm building in my chest. No answer. Not even a whisper of acknowledgment. The warmth grew heavier the further th
Naeva QuinnTheo was left with no other choice but to let me go. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to come with me, to keep me. But I had insisted. My heart was set on moving, and he respected it, even if I could feel his gaze burn into my back as I was walking away.The air was colder away from the mansion, sharper, like it wanted me to go back. But I didn’t stop. Step after step, I knew I would get home. Finally, I took a taxi, just as I turned the corner of my street, barely a stone’s throw from my house.My eyes caught a car parked. It wasn’t the one I had left in the morning. No, this one was familiar.“Wow.” I gasped, My breath hitched. It was Mrs. Ivy’s.“How?”“Why?”“What's she doing here?”That’s how I just knew I made the right decision, a voice whispered in my head. She was here, waiting for me, right at the moment I needed reassurance. That means she's who I needed.I hurried toward the car but it was empty. She wasn’t inside. She must be somewhere around or even
Naeva QuinnMy lips trembled. That face was impossible to mistake. It was her.I’d seen her before—once, twice, maybe more. Always in my dreams. The ones that clung to me long after I woke. She terrified me then, and seeing her now, real and solid, chilled me to the bone.What unsettled me most was how I couldn’t remember the dreams themselves, yet her face was carved into my memory like a scar.She crossed the space between us and pulled me into her arms. Her embrace was firm enough that I pushed her back, just enough to show I wasn’t accepting it. She steadied herself, smiled like she’d expected that, like she knew more than I did.“She’s the one,” she said, voice sharp and certain. “The Blessed One. Neava, you came just at the right time.”Blessed one? Me? The words didn’t even surprise me, it just felt wrong.I looked at the boys. None of them met my eyes. They fidgeted, pretending the air wasn’t thick with tension. I sat too, but my body refused to relax.The woman reached for the
Neava Quinn “That was a nice play for a newbie,” Theo said when I finally caught up with them. He threw a weak smile over his shoulder before he and the others disappeared around a corner. I stood there, blinking at the empty space where they had been. They didn't even wait to speak to me That’s when I saw Malik. He was standing with Mrs. Ivy. They were having a serious talk, too private for me to interrupt. Not like I would anyways. I wasn’t ready for another confusing talk or one of Mrs. Ivy’s mysterious smiles. So I changed direction fast, pretending I hadn’t seen them. The rest of the day moved slowly after that. I didn’t see the boys again, not even in the hallways before school ended. When I finally got home, Malik was already there. He was sitting stiffly at the desk across from my father. Both of their faces were serious, making the air in the room thick. “Sweetheart.” My mother came out of the kitchen. Her voice was gentle. “You must be hungry. You didn’t eat your breakf







