The estate had taken on an uneasy stillness after the Seer’s visit, as if the very air was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. Aisling could feel it too—a tension that hummed beneath the surface, growing more potent with each passing hour. She had spent the morning trying to find some sense of normalcy, but it was impossible. Her thoughts kept returning to the Seer’s words, to the prophecy that hung over her like a dark cloud.
But even more than that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen—something that would change everything.
It was late afternoon when Caden found her in the estate’s garden, sitting on a stone bench beneath the shade of a tall oak tree. The garden was beautiful, with vibrant flowers blooming in every direction, their swee
