Raven’s POV
The woman moved closer.
The fog seemed to follow her, wrapping around her like a living cloak. Her steps made no sound.
The air carried something old; a scent of rain, of metal, of dust that hadn’t been disturbed in centuries.
Mason and Killian stood side by side now, silent for once. Their eyes tracked her every movement, both ready for anything but not sure what “anything” meant.
When she stopped, she was only a few feet away. Her gaze swept over us slowly, like she was reading u, not our faces, but our souls.
Her lips parted.
No sound came out.
Then she turned away and started walking.
“Wait,” I called. “Where are you going?”
She didn’t answer. She only raised one hand and beckoned, the motion small but deliberate.
Killian exchanged a wary look with Mason.
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