Chapter 136
The next morning, while everyone was still asleep, Naomi slipped out of bed, leaving her room to the attic. The early morning sunlight drifted into the room as she pushed the curtains aside. Her mind was occupied with different thoughts, torn between the fear of losing her only child and the thought of bringing Anastasia back.
She understood the power of forbidden magic—there must always be a price. But she couldn't shake the unease that had settled inside her ever since the idea of bringing Anastasia back had come up.
As she tidied the room, her eyes fell on something—a faded painting of Cassius resting on the edge of the table. Naomi paused, her heart racing as she stared at the painting of Cassius from a long time ago. She walked to the table and picked up the painting, her fingers trembled slightly as she traced them across the surface. Memories of the past flooded her mind—when she used to go hunting with his parents.
