The Silver Pact
Neither of us noticed the faint, invisible mist drifting down from the ancient marble archway above us.
High in the tree canopy, hidden beneath the dense foliage, a tiny silver charm-pendant Seline had left behind was glowing with a sickly, violet light. It released a subtle, odorless airborne pollen into the mountain breeze, an ancient, dark charm-curse designed by House Silverwing to seep into the lungs of lovers, slowly warping their perceptions, feeding their deepest insecurities, and twisting the sweetest trust into paranoid venom.