The candle wick flickers to blazing life. Marcus and Liam's hands are heavy on my shoulders, grounding me as Adam and Vanessa complete the chain. Selene's fur brushes my leg, a silent reminder of her presence.
I focus on Sister Miriam, on my desperate need to understand… everything.
My powers. The city. These phone calls. Steve. The Fae. The Moon Goddess. Lisa. And that damned Mad Prince.
The flame flickers, casting eerie shadows across the faces of those gathered around me. I close my eyes, picturing Sister Miriam's enigmatic smile, her ruby eyes glittering with secrets.
Sister Miriam, I need you.
I hold my breath, waiting for the rush of magic, the dizzying sensation of being transported across space and time.
But nothing happens.
I open my eyes, blinking in confusion. We're still in my room, surrounded by the trappings of my everyday life. Kellan and Jericho exchange a glance, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern.
