DARIAN
I weave through the corridors of the Haven, cloak brushing the cold stone walls. My boots echoing as I try to silence everything; his prophecy, Iris, father’s words—just push them all into the recesses of my mind.
Then I hear them.
“Darian! Wait!”
It’s Adrian’s voice, low but urgent. Kelvin’s footsteps follow. I don’t stop. I keep walking.
“Are you okay?” Adrian calls from behind.
I glance over my shoulder, brows raised. Adrian’s hands lift in mock surrender, eyes wide. He knows I don’t want this. Kelvin lags a few paces behind, tense.
“Adrian,” I say sharply. “Kelvin.”
They stop at the turn that leads to my room. I keep going.
Adrian steps to block me. “Talk to us.”
I don’t.
I push past them and reach my door, slipping inside.
I slam the door of my room so hard the hi
