*Marisol POV*
“Why are you doing this? What do you want from us?” I steadied my voice, a sharp contrast to the tremble I fought within as it sliced through the silence looming between us and the woman.
She stopped arranging her strange items and kept her back to us. “It’s not what I want from you,” she began, her voice laced with an icy determination, “but from him.”
As she uttered ‘him,’ the room seemed to respond—a flicker of light, shadows dancing across her face, casting her features into sinister relief. An ominous silence followed, amplifying the weight of her words.
“Him?” The word felt like a shard of ice in my chest. An ominous chill ran down my spine as I exchanged a worried thought with Aurora.
The woman finally turned to face us, her eyes gleaming with an emotion I couldn’
