The rain didn’t stop for three days after the Trial.
Ravenshore looked like it was drowning. The streets shimmered under the constant drizzle, fog curling low along the edges of the cliffs, swallowing sound and light alike. The academy had fallen into a strained quiet, no more bells, no more training, only the echoes of what had happened in the forest.
Lilith didn’t return to Norway. Instead, she found herself in the library’s lowest wing, deep beneath the academy, where the restricted archives hummed with old power and older secrets. She didn’t want to go home; she wanted to be here and find some secrets.
The hunters called it The Vault. It wasn’t supposed to exist. But Harry had told her where to look before they sedated him, “Section IV, beneath the silver shelves. Look for the file
