Olivia
The subtle buzzing of the amulet around my neck as I glanced back at Nathan, lying sick in bed, sent a shiver down my spine. It was a sensation I couldn’t ignore, a silent alarm that something wasn’t right.
And with Nathan’s sudden ill state and the unexpected behavior of the amulet, my mind was already racing with concerns and questions.
As I walked down the hall, clutching the amulet in my hand, I knew what I had to do: I had to call Layla. Surely she would know what to do in this situation. And as much as I hated to bother her, I felt as if I had no other choice.
This wasn’t just about baseless worries anymore; it was about Nathan’s health and safety.
I quietly padded down the stairs, making my way to the living room where I could speak freely. Pulling out my phone, I diale
