Beneath the Crypt
Diana’s POV
The air grew colder with every step.
The stone beneath my feet was slick with moss carved with faded runes that pulsed faintly as we passed. Cameron held the witch fire torch ahead of us, its soft blue glow casting moving shadows on the walls. He hadn’t spoken since we descended but the tension in his shoulders said enough.
We were walking into a place built from secrets.
The stairs ended at a heavy stone door. There were symbols etched into it, spiral bones, and a woman’s eye flanked by flames.
My stomach turned.
“These markings,” I whispered, “they’re protection sigils.”
Cameron nodded. “It was sealed for a reason.”
He raised the torch to the center rune and pressed his palm against it. Blood bloomed instantly drawn not by a wound but by the door it
