Eva’s point of view I watch as black fog rises from the scratches the dog makes in the dirt. He’s pure white—fluffy, almost cute—but around him, oily strands of black fog twist and curl like smoke from a dying fire. “Do you see this?” Elias whispers at my side, his voice sharp with unease. “Is that… normal?” “I don’t think they see it,” Sonia murmurs, her tone somewhere between wonder and suspicion. “You see it because you’re warded against black magic,” I whisper back to Elias. “And you”—I glance at Sonia—“you passed through the purification process.” They nod, both falling silent, watching. Without a word, I kill the engine and open the door, stepping out into the thick, humid air. My boots hit the ground softly, but the weight of what I’m about to do feels loud. Theo spots me first, walking over with that familiar, maddening mix of worry and command. “Welcome, my queen—” I cut him off with a sharp gesture. I’m already sliding into executioner mode, my voice dropping like a
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