LUCIEN'S POV

Laughter. Cold, ancient laughter coming from somewhere outside the castle.

"Too late," a voice called through the stone walls. "We already have what we came for."

Noah and I looked at each other, our fight temporarily forgotten.

"What do they mean?" Noah asked.

I walked to one of the tall windows and looked out into the night. What I saw made my blood turn cold.

The ancient ones were back. All of them. But they weren't alone.

They had Daisy with them. And she wasn't struggling anymore.

She wasn't moving at all.

"No," Noah whispered, seeing what I was seeing.

The ancient ones had arranged themselves in a...