Whispers from the Grave

Previously

…The whispers from the grave were no longer faint murmurs; they were a deafening roar, demanding answers, demanding a choice. Thea felt a strange sense of resolve harden within her. She wouldn't be a pawn. She wouldn't be consumed. She would uncover the truth, no matter how dark, no matter how dangerous. She would understand her mother’s past, her family’s history, and her own burgeoning power. The sorcerer’s gaze held her captive, his spectral allure a dangerous siren song, but for the first time, Thea felt a spark of defiance ignite within the depths of her grief. Her grandmother’s secret was out, and now, so was Thea’s own burgeoning quest for truth.