Myra pov
I sat at my desk, my fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the polished wood. The walls of my office seemed to inch closer with every passing second, pressing in on me, suffocating me under the weight of my failures. Jason had my son, locked away, and I was at a loss. Each thought collided with the next, forming a chaotic mess as I tried to devise a plan, any plan, to bring him back. Or maybe it wasn’t just him I needed—it was Norella, the key to the power I so desperately sought.
The sharp ring of the phone sliced through the oppressive silence, jerking me from my chaotic thoughts. I snatched it up, Marshall's name glaring at me from the screen. My gut twisted with dread. What fresh hell was this?
"Lowell," Marshall's voice crackled through the line, heavy with tension. "We hav
