Juliette's POV
Juliette couldn’t breathe.
The humming lights above her flickered with an eerie pulse, casting long shadows that stretched across the warehouse floor like hungry hands. Dust swirled around her as she stood frozen in front of the rusted iron cage. Her pulse thundered in her ears, louder with every second she stared at the figure inside.
“Kael…” she breathed, the name scraping out of her like a memory dug out of a grave.
He lifted his head slowly, almost painfully. Shadows clung to his face, but the moment his eyes met hers, everything in her chest cracked open. Storm-gray eyes. Hollow, but alive.
Alive.
Juliette staggered closer, gripping the bars with trembling fingers. She had seen Kael die with her own eyes—or at least she thought she had. Blood. Fire. Screaming. His
