Kai POV
“Liora,” I say, dropping to my knees before her. My voice is rough with concern, my hands framing her knees. The contact sparks an immediate, electric warmth that Atlas amplifies, his roar a thunder in my mind that makes my heart pound against my ribs. “You’re shaking. Talk to me. What did you see?”
Her hazel eyes meet mine, wide and turbulent with the storm of the vision. Aria’s faint, distressed growl is a spark through our mate link.
She exhales a ragged breath, her fingers tightening around the arms of the chair. “Marcus,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “He was in the vision, Kai. In Shadow Ridge’s grove. He was cloaked in shadows, holding a silver talisman etched with a twisted crescent rune. It was glowing violet… fae magic.”
My jaw clenches at the name of the tra
