Eira’s POV
The third beat didn’t come from beneath the floor.
It came from the table.
"Thump."
I stare at the object. It’s a small pendant, suspended a fraction of an inch above a shallow stone base by some unseen force. The metal is dark, threaded with something that looks almost liquid beneath its surface. At its center is a tiny symbol. Not the full ancient bloodline mark. Just a fragment of it.
I take a step forward.
Art’s hand closes around my wrist. His grip is firm, his bear instincts flaring to life. "Wait."
I look at him. "It’s calling me."
His jaw tightens. "That’s exactly why you shouldn’t touch it."
I pull my arm back, gently but firmly. He lets go, but he doesn't step away.
I reach for the pendant. My fingers are inches f
