Broken Runes
POV: Diana
Cameron held the cracked pendant in his palm like it was something alive like he expected it to twitch or bleed or burn. The leather cord had snapped cleanly the spiral sigil at its center now split with a jagged lightning c***k. A faint shimmer clung to its surface like it had tried to defend itself until the last moment.
His jaw was clenched so tight I could hear the tension in his teeth.
“I gave this to her,” he said, voice raw. “I spelled it myself. It should’ve protected her.”
I stood behind him in Gina’s ransacked living room the air thick with scorched herbs and blood ink. The symbols on the wall pulsed faintly crimson veins glowing beneath the paint. But it wasn’t wild destruction. It was something more sinister.
Deliberate.
Every rune on the wall was
