Chapter 121

Elvira POV

I woke up with my throat dry and a weight pressing against my chest, not from a nightmare, but something real. I swung my legs off the bed and padded across the cold floor to my desk, where the relic sat. Even in the dim light, the silver crest shined faintly, as if it were alive. I hadn’t meant to bring it with me, but… I couldn’t leave it behind either.

It called something in me. And that confused me more than ever.

I stared at the etched sigil, it was beautiful, ancient, and wrongfully familiar. Jaxon had mentioned the possessor’s name earlier.

Liora, my mother’s name.

Coincidence, I had told myself. People shared names all the time.

But still… I reached for the relic, my fingers trembling. The moment my skin brushed the crest, something