Mine
Silence.
Magnus’s jaw clenched, and for a brief moment, something flickered across his face—fear, maybe, or something worse.
Derek glanced between them before turning to the shelves with renewed urgency. “Then we need answers now.” He pulled a heavy tome from the nearest row and set it on the table. The book was old, its cover cracked and brittle. The title was barely legible, but Aria could make out one word.
Reckoning.
The pages resisted at first, as if they had not been opened in centuries. Then, with a shudder, they yielded.