~Lilith's POV~
Leon dropped Aurora's wrapped body at my feet like a warning…like a threat. As if daring me to prove myself.
"No damn way we're trusting you right now," he growled. "If you're really who you say you are, wake her up."
I knelt slowly beside Aurora's body, the chill of death clinging to her like frost on a winter grave. Her skin was pale too pale. Her lips had long lost their color. But there was something still whispering under her ribcage… a flicker… a sliver… life.
Good.
"She's not gone yet," I murmured. "But she's close. Very close."
I placed my palm over her heart, and with the other hand, I snapped my fingers in the air—sending an invisible pulse through the room. The wind shifted, circling us like a whispering serpent. My voice dropped low, ancient words slipping from my lips like silk-drenched poison:
"Mortem, redde quod non tulisti.
Vitae flamma, revertere.
Cordis pulsus, audi me.
In nomine matris magicae… Aurora, redi ad nos."
