59. Hidden Symbol

(Quinn’s POV)

I gasp as the familiar symbol appears before my eyes, tucked away in this hidden spot. It’s a symbol I’ve seen before, it’s the one that Salvatore thinks is connected to the veil. My heart leaps as Salvatore stands next to me at the wall, his hand traces the carving. This has to mean something. The possibility of us finding the exact same symbol in two places has to be more than just a coincidence.

We both stand there in silence, our hands still intertwined, staring at the symbol etched into the stone in front of us. The air around us seems to crackle with electricity as we try to make sense of what we’re seeing.

“It’s exactly the same,” I whisper, my breath hitching in my throat. “How is that even possible?”

Salvatore doesn’t answer me, but I can feel how tense he is by the way his grip tightens on my hand. His eyes are fixed on the symbol, but they frantically move as he tries to understand what this means.

Suddenly, a cold shiver runs down my spine and I feel like w