Zafirah’s Power

Oliver's (Owen's) POV

Nicklaus didn't say much as he led Amber and her accomplices down into the basement of his mansion. The old stone walls seemed to absorb the tension in the air, and every step we took echoed like a warning through the dim corridor.

They were locked in the farthest cell—iron-reinforced, layered in spells, and guarded by two of Nick's most trusted warriors. There would be no escape.

We stood outside the bars, the silence between us almost deafening.

"Don't worry, Owen," Nicklaus finally said, his voice low but resolute. "We will find Victoria. No matter what it takes."

I nodded, jaw clenched. I didn't trust my voice to speak just yet.

Nick took a step closer to the cell, his hands behind his back. "Amber," he began, his tone calm—too calm—like a man holding back a storm. "We need your help."