Third person's POV
Sasha
Beneath the palace, in the forgotten crypts where even time had stopped breathing, Sasha lit a single candle.
Then whispered a name.
"Kael."
The air turned to ash.
And from the shadows, a figure emerged, skin like onyx, eyes like dying stars. The Obsidian Sorcerer. The one whispered of in children's nightmares. The same force the council had once banished, long before Camila's family ever touched a throne.
"I told you never to call me again," Kael murmured, voice like cracked stone.
"And yet, here you are," Sasha replied, unshaken. "You owe me."
"I owe you nothing, child."
"You took my mother's blood. You gave me your mark. You said if I ever needed your power again, I need only light the flame."
Kael stepped forward, gaze narrowing.
"And what do you want, little liar?"
Her lips curved into something cruel.
"I want Camila gone. Forgotten. Again."
Kael studied her. Then smiled.
"You're willing to pay the price this time?"
She didn't flinch.
