Eloise’s eyes hadn't left me, but they weren't focused on my face anymore. She was looking through me, her gaze fixed on the space where my heart beat against my ribs. She reached out, her fingers hovering just an inch from my chest, and I felt a strange, magnetic pull—like a needle seeking a North Star.
"I can see the knot, Rachel," Eloise whispered, her airy voice turning clinical as she watched the invisible bands constricting my air. "But I can’t see the weaver. To understand why your mother did this—and to see the origin of the magic that’s keeping you bound—I need more than just sight. I need to look into the source."
"You can find him?" I asked, my voice trembling with a hope I wasn't sure I should have. "My father?"
Eloise tilted her head, her golden curls shimmering. "Not a nam
