Rowan's P.O.V.
I grip the railing, my fingers pressing into the metal as the city lights blur before me. The air is thick, charged with something unnatural, something I can’t shake.
Beside me, Lucian is just as tense, his hands clenched into fists. “You felt that, too?” he asks, voice low.
I nod. “It wasn’t just a feeling.”
Inside, Damian’s voice is hushed but firm as he speaks to Kiera. She holds Caelum tighter, swaying gently, her expression unreadable.
“This isn’t over,” Lucian mutters, his golden eyes scanning the dark streets below.
“No,” I agree, the weight of the night pressing down on us. “It’s only just beginning.”
The first warning is the shift in the air—thick, suffocating, charged with a force I don’t understand. The second is the unnatural silence that follows, as if th
