I woke up suddenly, breathing fast. My head felt blurry, and I couldn’t remember much. Where was I?
I looked around. The room was cold and dark. There was no sign of Draven or Liam.
Where am I?
Fear rushed over me as I got up, my legs feeling shaky. I stumbled against the wall, trying to stay steady.
Focus, Aria. Focus.
I breathed in deeply, letting each breath linger as I tried to still the intense tempest raging in my imagination.
My opinions were twisted, fragments of the last few days slipping through my grip like sand. But as I concentrated, the haze began to lift, and the memories trickled back, piece by piece, forming a clearer picture.
Elara. The ritual. Her. She was after me.
I needed to leave.
I made my way to the door, my steps cautious and unhurried. Holding onto the
