Nathaniel’s fingers trembled as they hovered over the ancient carvings in the stone. The moment he touched the wall, the cold surface seemed to hum beneath his skin, sending a jolt of electricity through his arm. The pulse of energy was faint at first, barely perceptible, but then it surged, racing up his spine and flooding his senses with a sudden rush of images, memories, and emotions.
His breath caught in his throat as flashes of faces, places, and moments exploded in his mind. The woman’s face—the one he had seen in the vision earlier—now burned into his consciousness. She was standing in front of him, her face twisted in fear, her eyes wide and unblinking, as though she were trying to communicate something without speaking. But the image was fragmented, shattering into pieces and the
