I could feel the tension in the air long before Elias spoke. The wind whispered something ominous, and in the depths of my chest, I could feel the storm building. It wasn’t just the weather—it was Magnus.
"You know he's going to make his move soon," Elias said, his voice low and deadly calm. He didn’t need to explain further. The weight of his words hung in the air between us, thick with the threat of what was to come.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. My mind raced, recalling the fire in Magnus's eyes when I had last seen him. He wouldn’t just accept my rejection. He couldn’t. His pride wouldn’t let him. And now that he knew about my heritage, about my bloodline, I knew he was only going to become more dangerous. He would use that against me, against us.
Elias's hand tightened around mi
