The deeper Eva moved into the chamber, the stronger the stench became—old blood, burnt herbs, and something foul… dark. Her feet slowed as a chill crawled up her spine.
Something was wrong.
The faint candle flickered near the center of the room, and as her eyes adjusted, she began to see more. Symbols etched on the floor in dried blood. Burned herbs scattered in haphazard piles. And at the center of it all… a small circle of items, clearly part of a ritual.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Angela’s ivory hairpin.
The Alpha King’s jade ring.
And—
Eva dropped to her knees.
Kai’s ring. His training ring. The one he always wore during missions, forged with gold.
“No…” she whispered, reaching out but stopping just short of touching them. There was power in the air—thick, heavy. She cou
