The stained glass shimmered like liquid light, throwing fractured rainbows across the black marble floor. For a moment, no one spoke — even Kai stopped joking, which was usually a sign things were serious.
Marcus's gaze sharpened. "That pattern isn't natural."
Callum moved closer to the wall, fingers brushing the air just above one of the glowing patches. "It's a reflection," he murmured, his voice low. "But not from the glass."
Samantha frowned. "You mean…?"
He nodded slowly. "Something inside the wards is echoing them. A mirror effect."
Kai crossed his arms. "Great. First haunted toast, now haunted décor."
"Focus," Marcus said sharply.
Kai held up both hands. "I am focusing. I'm just saying, maybe whatever's doing this has a sense of style."
