Olivia’s POV
I screamed—
And shot upright in bed.
My chest rose and fell violently as I dragged air into my lungs. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might c***k my ribs open. The dream clung to me like fog — silver light, my grandmother’s voice, the altar, the three moons hanging low in the sky.
For a moment, I didn’t know where I was.
Then reality slowly pushed its way in.
This wasn’t my room.
The walls around me were dark stone, polished to a smooth sheen, decorated with black and obsidian-gold details that shimmered under warm light. The ceiling stretched ridiculously high above me, carved with ancient designs I didn’t recognize. A massive chandelier hung overhead, crystals catching the light and scattering it across the room like tiny stars.
Everything felt powerful
