Elena lay awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Damien’s words echoed in her mind, intertwining with her deepest fears. The darkness inside her was growing, and despite everything Selene and Lucien had taught her, she felt it slipping further out of her control. *“You’re walking the same path I did.”* She clenched her fists, trying to banish his voice, but it lingered like a dark fog, clouding her thoughts. A knock at her door startled her, and she sat up, her heart racing. “Who is it?” “It’s me,” Lucien’s voice came through softly. Elena hesitated before getting up and opening the door. Lucien stood there, his expression tense, his dark eyes searching her face. “Can we talk?” he asked quietly. Elena nodded and stepped aside to let him in. He closed the door behind

