Auren released a quiet breath as he gathered himself, letting the silver feather hover between his palms, its glow rolling in soft, uneven waves. The light wasn't steady, it pulsed in a way that suggested something was interfering from far beyond their reach. Even so, he kept his focus fixed, shoulders stiff but determined.
Lucian stood a short distance away, arms crossed, his presence filling the room with an unmistakable chill. He wasn't saying a word, but the tightness in his jaw and the stillness in his expression made it clear how thin his patience had grown.
Earlier, he had asked Sebastian to call Auren to the manor, hoping he would help. Pegasi were known for many things… speed, endurance, impossible stubbornness but among their lesser-spoken talents was the rare ability to reach into the spiritual plane. Not perfectly, not without risk, and certainly not without consequences, but enough to sense the presence of a wandering soul and, if luck allowed, brush against it.
