The cabin was warm, but Arielle couldn’t stop shivering.
Not from the cold.
From the way the magic inside her shifted—tightening, unraveling, pulling at something buried deep in her soul.
Noah noticed immediately.
“You’re not okay,” he said, setting a mug of tea on the small wooden table. Steam curled between them like a warning.
She wrapped her hands around the cup, but the warmth barely registered. “Something’s wrong.”
The golden light that had followed her since the red envelope dimmed, flickering like a dying flame.
The cabin creaked as the wind pressed against it, but now the storm sounded distant—almost irrelevant.
This felt worse.
The red envelope lay open on the floor between them.
The words inside had changed.
Where once it read True love chosen, the ink now bled into s
