He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Then give them their prophecy.”
She turned slowly. “You mean…?”
“Sienna,” Caelan said. “She’s the one the old verses whispered about. The girl of balance. Marked by all bloodlines. Chosen by flame and moon. If anything will draw the Granthams out of their exile, it’s her.”
Evelyne sighed deeply. “They’ll come... if they believe. But once they do, you can’t control what follows.”
“I’m not trying to control them,” Caelan said. “I’m trying to survive.”
She gave him a long look. “Very well. I will reach out.”
As she disappeared into the shadows beyond the terrace, Caelan returned to the main hall beside Vivienne, mask back in place, smile faint but sharp.
Sealed ghosts were about to resurrect.
The Granthams were now in play. And so was everything
