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Camila's voice grew quiet and haunted.
"When I tried to get closer, when I tried to see her face— she vanished." She glanced away. "And then I heard his voice."
Darren didn't move. Instead he shifted, looking more inquisitive— like he needed more details.
"Whose voice?" he asked, though he already had a hint on who's voice it was.
"Venom," Camila said. "He whispered to me, Darren. He said… 'Find her'… or I will.'"
The weight of those words made the night colder.
Darren's voice dropped. "If he said that… then the hybrid… she must be important to him."
Camila nodded. "The old scriptures say a hybrid would be born only when a devil procreates with an angel, and we've seen such only once in all lifetimes. A being with access to light and shadow. A being capable of awakening seals— even breaking them. She is the key."
Darren's expression hardened. "The key to what?"
Camila looked him dead in the eyes as she made it known.
