Eros POV
Eros sat at a grand, coral-etched table in Merlin’s undersea library, the glow of bioluminescent jellyfish illuminating the pages of the ancient tomes spread before them. The weight of history—Titan magic, old pacts, and forgotten curses—hung in the salty water like an unseen current.
Merlin, his half-sister and self-appointed academic, flipped impatiently through yet another book. Her dark emerald hair floated in lazy waves around her face, the same shade as their mother’s scales when she chose her monstrous form.
"I don't get it," she muttered, her golden fins twitching in frustration. "We've scoured every Titan text I own, and there's no mention of this necklace."
Eros exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. He tapped the floating image of the necklace he had
