Kamrynn’s POV
I stared at the key in my hand, turning it over between my fingers, the weight of it sinking into my skin.
What did it open?
My mind ran through possibilities, but nothing seemed to make sense. Lorien had hidden it carefully, tucked away where I’d never think to look.
My hand drifted up, almost absentmindedly, brushing against the shackle jewelry thing around my neck.
I froze.
A keyhole. That's right, the other day I realized it had a keyhole. Which is very much strange for something that's supposed to be jewelry.
I turned the key over in my palm, my fingers tracing its cool, metallic surface. It was small, unassuming—yet its existence unsettled me in a way I couldn’t quite put into words.
I inhaled sharply, my grip tightening on the key as realization slithered throu
