Chapter 28: The door we shouldn’t open
The morning had an edge to it.
Not the kind that cuts skin—but the kind that coils in your stomach. That whispers, something's coming.
Cain felt it first. He was seated on the edge of the bed, shirtless, hands resting on his knees like he was bracing for an invisible hit. Selene stirred behind him, her fingers lightly tracing the lines of his spine.
"You felt it too," she said.
He nodded. "The seal's weakening."
Lucien had never been a fan of old places that smelled like dust, death, and dad issues, but here he was—again—in the family crypt.
Eira walked beside him, their shoulders brushing just enough to make him hyperaware of his heartbeat.
"You okay?" she asked, genuinely.
"I mean, yeah, if you ignore the haunting energy and the stone coffin humming like it wants to murder us," he said casually.
Eira smirked. "So, you're fine."
Lucien squinted at the sealed door. "This thing's been locked since our grandfather's era. Why now?"