Chapter 30 – The Last Montgomery
Nate’s Point of View
The door slammed shut behind us.
The room fell into silence.
Edmund Montgomery sat in the worn chair like he had been waiting for this moment forever. His eyes—dark, sunken, but eerily sharp—studied each of us in turn.
Emma was frozen, her fingers twitching at her sides.
Callum stood rigid beside me, his expression carefully blank, but I could see the tension in his jaw.
Me? My pulse pounded in my ears. Because this was real. The man from the shadows, the one we had chased through Everdawn’s history—he wasn’t just a ghost. He was alive.
And he had been waiting.
“For you,” he had said.
For Emma.
The air in the room was heavy, thick with the scent of dust, old parchment, and something stale—something that had been left to decay
