Eira’s POV
Art’s pen scratches against the paper. He keeps copying the inscription from the fountain’s base.
"You found the first sanctuary. Three remain."
He writes the second line. "Don't trust the fourth bell."
I watch his hand. The ink on the stone isn't drying.
It’s moving.
The carved letters blur, flowing across the granite like liquid before sinking back into the grooves. New words sprang themselves into the rock, sharp and fresh.
"He came too late."
Nobody speaks.
Elias steps closer. His pale eyes tracking the new letters. His face drains of what little color it had.
"Cassian," he whispers.
The brothers tense. Soren shifts his weight, putting himself between Elias and me.
"Who?" Draven asks, his voice dropping its usual edge.
Elias doesn't look at him. "He wa
