Ava’s POV
We hung around, time slipping by without much meaning to it.
It was tough to keep track of the minutes in a spot like that, where even the shadows seemed to sway to their own beat.
“Never figured the Seer for being this welcoming,” Steve said, looking over at me with a grin. His eyes sparkled with this eager light, and I could tell he had full faith in her.
But should he?
I let my gaze drift around the room while we waited, taking it all in slower than before. I spotted those swirling, connected symbols that matched the patterns from back in the Alchemy days—same shapes, same flow.
“Ringing any bells?” Steve asked, following where my eyes went.
I nodded, sneaking a quick look his way and forcing a smile. “But something’s off about all this.”
He spun to me, surprised. “Off
