Malric's Pov

I stared at the door, it was massive, black iron, covered in sigils that glowed faintly red like dying embers. We had tried it already. It didn't budge. And when you hit it too hard, it pulsed back at you, like the house itself was alive.

Reyna knelt beside Delilah, her voice tight. "She's still breathing," she whispered.

I ran a hand through my hair, pacing. "Still breathing, but what's happening to her?"

Ava glanced up from the bed, her hand pressed to Delilah's chest as if she could feel something through the trembling pulse. "It's not just a nightmare anymore, Malric. Whatever she's seeing... it's dangerous. Her...