Cecilia's pov
The dark rain streaked across the window as Sebastian's words echoed in the cabin.
Sebastian's expression remained impassive. "This is Edinburgh. I need to pick someone up."
Sawyer and I exchanged a look that spoke volumes.
The unspoken "Amara?" hung in the air between us, but I bit my tongue. I'd find out soon enough.
Edinburgh greeted us with a fog-draped melancholy, its cobblestone streets slick with rain.
Our car slid through deserted avenues, headlights slicing through the mist until we stopped before an ancient castle that loomed against the night sky.
Another towering relic straight out of a gothic novel.
Sebastian instructed Tang and Sawyer to remain in the car, gesturing for me to follow. Inside, the castle dwarfed even the fortress on the island, its caverno
