Amelie gently guided the introduction. "Mom, this is Carlos' grandmother. She wished to speak with you before they leave this afternoon."
Ravenna's wise eyes softened as she looked at Samyra. "I only have a few questions, dear."
"I'm ready to answer whatever you wish to know," Samyra replied, never leaving Ravenna's face.
"Give me your hand," Ravenna requested.
Samyra rose from her seat and moved closer. As she sat down beside Ravenna, she extended her hand.
As Ravenna clasped Samyra's hand, her vision faltered. For a fleeting moment, the face of the High Priest emerged before her eyes, his voice echoing, reminding her of the curse he had once revealed, the one destined to claim the life of Amelie's mate. But the vision didn't stop there; fragments, fleeting glimpses of painful truths rushed in all at once.
Her grip loosened, and she slowly released Samyra's hand. Her expression hardened, her tone carrying both sorrow and reprimand.
