Calebs POV

    Damien and I tore through Haiman’s room like two people desperate for something, anything that might give us a clue about where she went or what the was nning I couldn’t help myself. The room was a mess, luggage discarded, clothes tossed aside, her things scattered everywhere.

    It felt wrong, forsking through her stuff like this, but I was past caring. We needed answers, and if we had to dig through everything she left behind to find them, then so be it

    Damien, however, seemed more annoyed than desperate. This is pointless, he muttered, flicking through one of the spell books she’d left behind, barely ncing at it “We don’t know shit about magic, Caleb. You’re wasting time.”

    Isha him a re, but my voice remained steady. “Keep looking. You never know. At this point, anything could be useful.

    He let out deep sigh but grudgingly flipped through another book, clearly not as hopeful as I was. 1, on the other hand, didn’t have the luxury of giving up. 1 rummaged through every drawer, knocked over a chair, and even upturned her luggage, scattering the contents all over the floor. The more I searched, the more I realized how little she’d left behind. Nothing valuable, no hidden messages, no sign of where she had gone. It was like she knew exactly what I’d do, exactly what we’d be looking for-and left behind the things that didn’t matter.

    Damien muttered something under his breath, finally throwing thest of the books aside in frustration. I told you,’ he said, ncing at me. She knew this stuff wouldn’t help She left it all on purpose.”

    I stopped, frozen for a second as the weight of his words sank in. Of course. Harmona wasn’t careless. She wasn’t stupid. She knew we’de here. She knew we’d try to piece things together from the things she’d left behind, and so… she’d left behind nothing worth finding. I mmed my fist into the side

    of the dresser, frustration boiling over.

    Damien looked at me, his face unreadable. “Now what?”

    I didn’t have an answer. But I could feel it in my gut-this wasn’t over. Harmona was always two steps ahead, and if we were going to get anywhere, we’d hese to start thanking like her

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    I felt the blood drain from my face as the pieces started clicking into ce, but the more I looked at that photo, the more the questions piled up. Why was Aurora’s mother in a photo with Harmona? What was the connection between Harmona and the man with the green eyes? The questions swirled in my mind, unanswered, leaving me on edge.

    I stared at the photo, my pulse hammering in my ears, the weight of it all sinking in. There was something so much bigger at y here, something none of us had even begun to understand. My mind raced, and the silence that followed felt suffocating. I could hear Damien’s breath beside me, his presence heavy. but right now, none of that mattered. This this image, this revtion was what mattered. And it was only going to lead to more chaos.

    But at least this was a start.

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