Ivy’s POV
My legs were shaking, and every step felt like I was walking through mud. I didn’t know how I was still standing. The visions still swirled in my head, like ghosts refusing to leave.
Selena walked a few feet behind me, her face pale, her eyes locked on the ground. Neither of us spoke. There was nothing left to say.
She had betrayed me. That truth was sharp and bitter. But it wasn’t the only one that haunted me.
Magnus’s words echoed in my mind over and over again.
“Your mother served me. She chose me.”
No. No, she didn’t. She couldn’t have.
But I had seen the vision—clear and terrifying. My mother, standing beside Magnus, her face calm and cold. And then… something darker. A burst of power. A light inside her chest. Something he wanted. Something he said I carried now.
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