Lila's POV
He grabbed my arm and yanked me up.
“The mistress wants to see you.”
I stumbled behind him, up a narrow staircase. With every step, that strange scent grew stronger—something almost… familiar.
Then we reached the door. Light poured in through the cracks.
Craig shoved me through.
I hit the floor. Hard.
I hissed, hands burning from the fall. I turned back, but he was already standing in front of the now-closed door.
I looked up.
The ceiling beams were carved with symbols. The walls were stone. Cold. Familiar.
I was in the old church.
“Help her up, Daniel,” a woman said.
“It’s Craig, ma’am.”
“Welcome, Lila,” said the woman—Iris.
My breath caught.
Iris. From the church tours. From the market.
From the Order.
“Take a seat,” said a man beside her.
The room was full.
