The first sound was the wind.It wasn’t the usual sea breeze that swept across the cliffs, but a deep, low hum—like the Earth itself exhaling. The windows rattled. The air grew heavy.Rowan woke instantly. The air around her shimmered, her magic stirring before her mind could catch up. Windy was already on her feet, hackles high, a low growl vibrating through her chest.Lucien was at the window, sword in hand, eyes fixed on the horizon. “They’re here,” he said quietly.Outside, the mist that had haunted Mystic all winter had thickened into a wall of silver fog. Shapes moved within it—tall, shifting, barely human.The Watchers.But behind them, something darker loomed: a shadow that moved against the mist, swallowing light instead of reflecting it.“The Court’s Hand,” Lucien murmured. “They’ve crossed the veil.”The house groaned around them. Books slid from shelves, the floorboards quivered, and the mark on the window began to glow again—brighter than ever, pulsing in time with the st
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