The water around them suddenly shimmered with an intensity that had nothing to do with the magical springs, and Samantha felt a familiar tingle of power that made her hybrid senses sing with recognition. Marcus tensed beneath her, his head lifting alertly as he caught the same supernatural signature that had just rippled through their sanctuary.
"That's not the club's magic," he murmured, his voice carrying both wonder and anticipation.
Before Samantha could respond, the shimmering intensified, and suddenly words began to form in the air above the water—elegant script that glowed with the same golden light as the magical signature they'd sensed.
