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“Finn, it was him. I’m sure of it,” she turned to me, her eyes wide with terror.

Chapter Fifteen

Aidan

Amelia stood frozen, pale with shock, staring at the portrait as if it might come to life. Finn held her close, tense and protective. My pulse quickened as realization struck me like a hammer.

"Finn, this man... your father... his name was Lancelot Solan," I took a step closer, my voice coming out lower than I intended.

Finn’s body went rigid, his jaw tightening. His fingers curled against Amelia’s arm, as if grounding himself.

"Yes," he admitted, his voice clipped. "That was his name."

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. The weight of the past crashed into me like a tidal wave, memories of old partnerships and bitter betrayals clawing their way to the surface.

"Lancelot was my business associate. Years ago. But we had a falling out. A nasty one. We never spoke again."

"You knew his father?" Amelia’s grip on Finn tightened, her eyes darting between the two of us, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded slowly, my thoughts spinning, trying to piece together the impossible puzzle before me. "I did. But what I don’t understand is why you have the last name Harper instead of Solan."

Finn’s expression darkened for a moment before he finally answered.

"I took my grandfather’s name. Harper Solan. It felt more fitting."

I studied him, searching for any sign of deception. His voice was steady, his eyes unwavering, but something about this revelation gnawed at me. My mind raced.

If Lancelot is appearing in Amelia’s dreams, trying to strangle her, there has to be a connection. Could it be connected to Alma, but what does Lancelot have to do with Alma?I thought.

Amelia clung to Finn, and jealousy flared, but I buried it and steadied my voice.

"There was a time when Alma told me she didn’t like Lancelot being around her. She said he made her uncomfortable…the way he looked at her, the way he acted. She never trusted him."

"I feel like there were things that happened in the past, things that only Alma would have the answers to. But she’s gone." Finn’s face darkened.

A heavy silence settled over us. Amelia was still trembling, her brows furrowed in thought. Then she lifted her gaze to me, her eyes burning with determination.

"What if… what if we could summon her?"

"Summon her?" My entire body stiffened.

"Yes," Amelia said, nodding earnestly. "What if there was a way for me to communicate with her? Maybe through a dream, or something… spiritual?"

The thought sent a chill down my spine.

"That might be risky," I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. "Although… I do know of someone. A powerful seer. But I haven’t heard from her in years. I don’t even know if she’s still alive."

"Who is she?" Finn asked, his voice carrying a note of skepticism.

I pulled out my phone and turned away slightly, dialing Fergus’s number, the line rang twice before he answered.

"Aidan? What’s up?"

"Fergus, I need your help."

"Is it finally time to kill Orson?"

"The time for that will come. I need to find the seer," I said, lowering my voice. "The one we used to visit. Do you know if she’s still alive?"

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