Julian’s POV
I didn’t know where the idea came from when I opened my mouth. Maybe it was delusion. Maybe desperation. Maybe madness.
But the moment I started speaking with every shred of confidence I had left—I began to believe my own words.
What I said made sense.
My powers weren’t restricted here. I wasn’t a mythical creature like them. There was nothing in this prison designed to suppress me. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I had something to hold onto—an actual reason to believe that maybe, just maybe, we could get out of here.
But what pushed me even further was Raven.
She looked at me with the slightest flicker of interest. A small spark. And that alone fueled me more than anything else had in months.
My gaze settled on Damon next. Because the next part… it c
