Nathan's POV
The seer stood in the middle of the room, very still.
Too still.
Her eyes were closed. Her lips moved slowly as she whispered words I didn't understand. Symbols carved into the floor glowed faintly beneath her feet, then dimmed, then glowed again.
I watched her hands.
They were shaking.
That alone told me this was bad.
Then suddenly, she gasped.
Her eyes flew open, wide with shock.
I stepped forward instantly. "What did you see?"
She shook her head once. "I didn't."
My chest tightened. "What do you mean you didn't?"
"There is a spell," she said carefully. "A very strong one. Someone has blocked her from being seen."
Anger rushed through me so fast I felt dizzy.
"You're a seer," I snapped. "You're supposed to see everything."
She didn't flinch. She just looked at me with tired eyes.
"This is not a normal hiding spell," she said. "This was built with intention. With emotion. With obsession."
That word made my wolf snarl.
