The air in the interrogation room was thick with tension—the kind that settled into your chest and made it hard to breathe. I stood there in silence, staring at Lavina’s lifeless form as it lay sprawled on the cold, stone floor. The pungent scent of decay had begun to fill the room far too quickly, unnaturally fast. Her lips were drawn back in a grimace of pain, her eyes wide open as though she had glimpsed the very face of death before it took her.
“Don’t touch her,” Magnus warned sharply, his voice low and steady. “She’s cursed. The decay is spreading faster than natural. There’s a spell—something dark meant to protect her secrets even after death.”
I nodded and stepped back, summoning two guards through the pack link. ‘Bring a body bag, gloves, and protective runes. No one touches the
