Mia’s POV

The room fell into silence, but it wasn’t the peaceful kind. It was the kind that made your skin crawl and your heart pound like a drum. The light that had filled the room moments ago was gone, swallowed by a heavy, suffocating darkness.

“What was that?” Rowan whispered, clutching her staff tightly.

Before anyone could answer, the chilling voice spoke again, louder this time, and so close it felt like it was breathing down my neck.

“You thought Freya was your enemy?” the voice hissed, dripping with malice. “You haven’t even begun to understand the power you’re dealing with.”

I turned slowly, and that’s when I saw...