They left for England at dawn.
Sasha led the team—Rhys, Luc, Maya, Nadia, Hope, and Eve. A small group, but a powerful one. Each of them had a reason to fight. Each of them had something to prove.
The journey took three days. They traveled by magic, by shadow, by routes that no one else knew. Cordelia's manor rose from the mist like something out of a nightmare—ancient, dark, forbidding.
"She's inside," Nadia said. "I can feel her."
"Then let's not keep her waiting."
The wards were stronger than anything they had faced before.
Centuries of magic, layered and reinforced, designed to keep out anyone who wasn't invited. Luc worked on them for hours, his ancient power grinding against the protections. Maya added her magic, then Eve, then Hope.
Slowly, the wards began to c***k.
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