(Chapter 100:Mira's POV)
The air was thick with the scent of embers and the ghost of last night's fire. But it wasn't just the air that felt heavy—it was the weight of everything unsaid, everything we had to face.
I sat up, my body tense as if my soul had already sensed the shift before my mind could catch up.
Something was wrong.
Lorenzo was awake before I even turned to him. His sharp gaze met mine, unreadable but alert. He felt it too.
A rustle from the other side of the room—Vincenzo, pulling on his jacket with movements too precise to be casual. Selene stood beside him, her arms crossed over her chest, eyes locked on the dim morning light filtering through the cracks in the window.
Caelyn was by the window, still as a statue, his back rigid.
No one spoke.
Not until he finally exhaled.
"It's begun."
I froze. "What do you mean?"