LUCIAN’S POV
As far as evil lairs went, Catherine picked the best.
Aboveground, the private island looked untouched by human greed—white sand, endless blue water, luxury villas perched along the shoreline like something pulled from a billionaire’s fantasy.
Belowground, it smelled like blood and death.
I followed Catherine through the underground corridor in silence. The polished white floors reflected cold strips of overhead light while distant machinery hummed somewhere beyond the walls.
The facility was larger than I expected.
Silverpine had always functioned as a stronghold and operational center, but this—this was the heart of it.
Human scientists crossed between secured doors carrying tablets and specimen cases, while witches moved through the halls with the calm assurance of those who believed themselves untouchable.
Magic and science intertwined everywhere.
