(Chapter 83:Mira's POV)
The night should have been quiet. Peaceful. But something felt wrong.
I lay there, my body still humming with the remnants of magic, my skin warm from Lorenzo's touch. The air in the room was thick, charged with something unseen, something unnatural. My breath hitched as a slow, creeping sensation crawled over my skin. The house—our supposed sanctuary—felt different.
Lorenzo shifted beside me, his movements sharp. "Do you feel that?"
I swallowed, my pulse quickening. "Something's off."
I pushed myself up, my fingers clutching the blanket as I focused. The air was no longer buzzing with protective enchantments. The warmth of the ancient magic that had shielded this place was gone, like a candle snuffed out in the wind.