|Theodore|
Gracia’s chanting rose in pitch, the sound otherworldly. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it echoed in the air like it was coming from both within and beyond the space. The syllables she spoke belonged to no language I’d ever heard, and yet they resonated—heavy and raw—seeping into the very soil beneath our feet, vibrating through the floor and sinking into the marrow of my bones.
My eyes snapped to Carmella, standing still at the heart of the circle, her figure bathed in the ghostly glow of the ancient runes etched into the earth. Across from her, Jeremiah stood tall and unmoving, his expression unreadable. They were opposite poles—two lives forced into an orbit neither of them had chosen, bound by history, by magic, by something that had always been bigger than them both.
I could
