ADRIEN'S POV
The scream still echoed in the closed silence, Aria standing and pointing at Cameron like someone had just insulted her ancestors.
They were talking—loudly—something about blind dates and betrayal and hexes, but I wasn't listening.
Because something was happening behind them.
A shift in the air.
A faint, eerie sound floated in from the hallway—like wind through abandoned corridors or a haunted music playlist on loop.
Then she appeared.
I froze.
No. No, no, no.
Please.
God.
No.
Tell me that isn't who I think it is.
She glided in barefoot, draped in layers of pale fabric and chiffon that swirled around her ankles like mist. Her veil floated with every movement, casting her face in translucent shadow, and her arms—God help me—her arms were moving. Swaying in slow, unsettling waves like she was summoning drowned sailors from the abyss.
And then I heard her voice.
Low. Breathless. Eerily melodic.
"Oooooohhhh… the air is… cursed…"
I blinked.
No.
Please.
