Lisa had always been the kind of person who trusted her instincts. And right now, her instincts were screaming at her—telling her that Kol was the key to everything.
She just didn't know why yet.
After their conversation in the courtyard, Kol had given her a look—one that lingered, one that held knowing. Then he had simply walked away, leaving her standing there with more questions than answers.
She wasn't going to let it go.
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Later That Night…
The library was nearly empty. Lisa had been coming here every night, searching through books on old legends, demons, and prophecies. She didn't know what she was looking for, but she felt like the answer was buried somewhere in these pages.
She turned another page in an ancient manuscript, her fingers brushing over faded ink. Then—
Her heart stopped.
There, written in the old language, was a passage she could barely understand. But one word stood out to her:
Vaelros.
Kol's last name.
She traced the word with her finger, her breath quickening. This wasn't a coincidence.
She quickly flipped the page, scanning the text for more. And then—
"The King of Ruin shall return, marked by the Eternal Crown, carrying the weight of the forgotten bloodline. His rise will bring either unity or destruction. The choice will be his alone."
Lisa's blood ran cold.
This wasn't just any prophecy. This was about Kol.
Her hands shook as she closed the book. She could feel something deep inside her stirring, warning her.
If this prophecy was true…
Then Kol wasn't just dangerous.
He was destined to change everything.
And she had just become part of it.