Emily's POV
The apothecary smelled like burnt sage, dried lavender, and something ancient—something raw. The kind of scent that settled deep in your bones, whispering of power, of magic, of things older than time itself.
I stepped inside, Tessa close behind me, our boots clicking against the creaky wooden floorboards. The store looked the same as last time—dusty shelves stacked with glass jars filled with things I didn't want to identify, bundles of herbs hanging from the ceiling, and the lingering presence of something unseen.
But tonight?
Tonight, we weren't here for potions or cryptic warnings.
Tonight, we were here to end this.
Morgana stood behind the counter, her piercing dark eyes locking onto mine before I even had the chance to speak. She already knew why I was here.
"You'r
