Finn’s POV
"It's not what it looks like..."
Elias’s words hung in the freezing, damp air of the catacombs, a hollow vibration that barely penetrated the tsunami of absolute, bone-crushing despair suffocating my soul. My mate was gone. The golden tether that connected us was stretched into an infinite, terrifying darkness, her vibrant heat locked behind dark magic.
I was on my knees, my chest heaving with the force of a mortally wounded beast. But as Elias’s words registered, the feral grief inside me stalled. I looked up at the Seer. His brown eyes were completely eclipsed by that blinding, incandescent white light.
"Show me," I demanded, my voice dropping into a guttural, demonic pitch that made the ancient stones vibrate. I surged upward, grabbing the lapels of his torn coat. "Show m
