Nora's POV
"I was hoping the cards might have been mistaken," Ophelia continues, her voice trembling as she shakes her head.
"Your readings are almost never off target," I remind her gently.
"True. I think I just desperately wanted them to be wrong this time. But considering how these witches are being murdered, your visions, that demonic presence we're sensing, something massive and sinister has arrived in our city." Fear creeps into her expression. "What exactly was lurking outside your place?"
"We're still trying to figure that out." I dig into my bag and retrieve the crystal, wrapped securely in black velvet. Turning the pouch over, I carefully shake the stone into my palm. "Rhianna caught sight of this shadowy figure moving with inhuman speed. All three of us could feel something malevolent and incredibly powerful, just like your cards predicted. Then there's this evidence." I place the crystal in her outstretched hand. "This used to be perfectly clear quartz."
