GRACE POV
The wall didn’t look like anything special.
That was the first thing that pissed me off.
No carvings. No symbols. No glowing warnings or obvious magic markers. Just damp red bricks, uneven with age, half-swallowed by ivy and shadow, pressed between two university buildings like it had always been there and had never once given anyone a reason to question it. It was the kind of wall you walked past a hundred times without ever really seeing, the kind that blended into the background so perfectly it became invisible.
And that, more than anything else, made my skin crawl.
Hakira was pacing inside me like a caged animal, every step of her agitation echoing through my bones, hackles raised, teeth bared at something only she could fully sense. The air felt thick here, wrong in a w
