In the underground vault, Rowena—no longer that girl Daisy knew—walked barefoot across the chamber floor, wrapped in a white coat with steel cuffs at her wrists. Her eyes were strange now. Deep, unnatural. Marked with something old.Maeron watched warily. “You said she’s not a godspawn.”“She’s not,” the cloaked figure said. “She’s worse.”Rowena turned, looking directly into the feed where they were being observed.She smiled.And whispered: “Tell Daisy I want her to see me. When I take him.”Back at Blackpine, Elian sat in his reading room with Daisy’s sketchbook in his lap. The pages were filled with maps, symbols, and strange quotes. He flipped to the last page—and there, drawn in ink and moon ash, was a sketch of a woman.Not one Daisy had shown him before.But he knew her face.It was the woman from his dream.The one who wore Daisy’s laugh. Her eyes. Her grief.He closed the book.Then whispered, “She’s coming for me.”Daisy stood behind him, arms crossed, expression unreadabl
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