Witchcraft and mayhem collide the second Skye’s string lights flicker and Koji knocks over the truth.
A coded message glimmers beneath city protests, an artist vanishes, and every glance is a dare to trespass deeper.
Storm’s silent challenge circles me, Detective Frost’s warning sharpens the air, and Prost pulses with secrets only the brave are foolish enough to chase.
One whispered spell over coffee and the city’s shadows tangle around my ankles. A single breath, and the line blurs between the magic running through my veins and the lies racing through these streets.
I hear danger in every footstep, see threat behind every neighbor’s window, and feel the city’s panic rising with every clue I touch.
If I push too far, Prost’s foundation might crack—and it won’t just be buildings that break.