They gathered in the cabin — Selena's cabin, which Bianca had unlocked with the journal's light. It felt fitting. The place where Arvella had entered the world would be the place where the plan to bring her home was born.
Marcus reported everything. The passage into the sanctuary. The number of guards. Rowan's movements. The High Priestess's presence. And most importantly: Arvella was alive, conscious, and fighting.
"She told them they had the wrong person," Marcus said. His voice cracked on the words, and he covered it with a cough. "That's my girl. Eighteen years of keeping secrets — she learned from the best."
Lucas was leaning against the cabin wall, arms crossed, jaw set so hard the muscles in his neck stood out like cables. He hadn't spoken since Marcus finished his report. Rhyker
