Celina’s POV
THE NIGHT air tasted of iron and smoke, thick with the pulse of the city that never truly slept. My hood was pulled low over my head as I slipped through the alley, my heart hammering as if it knew I was already too far down a path I shouldn’t have taken.
The Seer had appeared again—rumored, whispered, like a ghost. After weeks of silence, she had resurfaced in the city, and something in my gut told me I had to find her. No matter the risk. No matter Lucien’s threats or the suffocating cage of guards he placed around me.
If love itself could damn us, if fate wasn’t finished with me, then I needed answers.
I found her standing beneath a broken streetlamp in an abandoned quarter of the district. The shadows clung to her robes like old blood, her hair spilling in wild stre
