I stood in front of Elias, the weight of our situation pressing down on me. The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a few scattered candles, but it felt like the entire world was closing in on us. We knew what was coming—Magnus would not stop until he had us both. His jealousy, his pride, and his desperation to claim me back were a dangerous mix. I had to make a decision, and it couldn’t wait.
"We need to act quickly," I said, my voice firm despite the unease gnawing at my insides. I could feel the tension crackling in the air between us. "Magnus won’t hesitate. We can’t wait for him to make the first move."
Elias nodded, his eyes sharp and calculating. His confidence was unwavering, but I could see the undercurrent of worry beneath the surface. He was preparing for a war, but I
