Danielle’s voice was quiet, but laced with a tension she couldn’t quite name. “Why can I see it?”
Rose glanced at her, brows lifting ever so slightly. “The Veilborn?”
Danielle nodded. Her chest felt tight, like the air had thickened with the question. “No one else could. Seth and Emory could sense it was there. But only I saw it.”
Rose let out a soft sigh, her gaze drifting somewhere far away, like she was remembering something long buried. “Because you’re not like the others. You never were.”
Danielle frowned, unsettled by the implication. She had heard that tone before—one wrapped in mystery and weight. “You mean the prophecy, don’t you?”
Rose nodded, her presence warm but commanding, the kind that filled a room without needing to raise her voice. “You are a gift, Danielle. From the
