Olivia
The discovery of the sigil etched into the floor of the guest room sent a wave of shock through me. My heart raced as I knelt down beside it. I reached out to trace my finger along the swooping curves and straight lines, but Layla’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, stopping me before I could.
I met her gaze, and her eyes were wide. “Don’t touch it,” she murmured. “It could be dangerous.”
I nodded, realizing the gravity in her gaze, and pulled my hand away. For a few long moments, we just sat there, looking at the strange little symbol. My amulet vibrated with a newfound intensity, further sealing my suspicions. This sigil was indeed teeming with magic.
It was carved into the wood of the floor, and it looked fresh; there were still flecks of the wood around it, as though it ha
