Ruby
The war chamber was silent, but the tension inside it was suffocating.
Manson stood by the massive stone fireplace, his body still taut from battle, the blood of our enemies dried on his skin. His golden eyes burned with undisguised frustration as he stared into the flames, his jaw clenching.
I should have left.
But instead, I stood my ground, my arms crossed tightly over my chest.
“What are you thinking?” I finally asked.
His gaze flicked to me, sharp as a blade. “That we’re in more danger than I thought.”
I swallowed hard. “Because of the dark magic?”
“Because of what it means.” He stepped closer, his towering form casting a shadow over me. “This wasn’t just an attack, Ruby. It was a warning.”
A chill ran down my spine.
I had felt it, too that unnatural presence on the bat
