"Grandmother. You are not the only one who can see the future."
Erin's brows lifted—just slightly, but enough to fracture the centuries of composure etched into her face.
"...What?" she said.
Vivienne's breath caught. Dominic's shoulders tightened.
"What do you mean, Damien?" Vivienne asked, voice sharp but laced with dread.
Damien staggered slightly, his knees nearly buckling beneath him before he caught himself on the edge of a broken rune-etched pillar. Blood still ran from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it this time. His hand trembled. Not from weakness.
From weight.
"I wanted to hide this a little longer," he muttered, eyes half-lidded. "I wanted more time. But I guess the moment came sooner than I thought."
His gaze lifted, locking onto Erin's with a clarity that silenced the chamber once more.
"I saw a future."
The words weren't shouted. They didn't need to be. They fell with the gravity of prophecy.
Erin froze.
