Camila's POV
You ever walk into a room and immediately feel like you don't belong? Like everything's slightly off — not wrong, just tilted. That's how the clearing felt tonight. The trees were too still. The moonlight too white. And the voices around me… they were muffled, like they were underwater.
But I wasn't drowning.
I was awake.
And I was starting to see.
The Seer had been in my head before. I recognized the signs now — the haze, the flicker in my memory, the strange lapse in time that made me question if I had just blinked or lost hours. Nathaniel said the Seer's power couldn't touch me. He swore it. But he'd sworn a lot of things lately.
So I stood still in the center of the glade, heart steady, fingers on the hilt of the dagger I'd tucked beneath my coat. I didn't trust what I was seeing — the golden-haired child sitting under the tree, the soft hum of lullabies drifting through the air.
It wasn't real.
"Stop hiding," I whispered. "I know you're there."
