Aria’s POV
Juda was handsome in a way that shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. His features were sharp, almost elegant, and the way he carried himself exuded a dark, magnetic confidence. But as captivating as he might have seemed, his presence made my skin crawl. It was like standing in the shadow of something ancient and malicious, something that shouldn’t exist.
I thought Demitri was the coldest, most calculated being I’d ever encountered, but fate had a twisted sense of humor.
Demitri’s eyes flicked to me, his voice a low growl as he spoke. “So much for nothing happening,” he said coldly, his gaze hardening. “It’s almost as if I anticipated this.”
His words stung, though I didn’t have time to dwell on them. Juda moved with lightning-fast speed, snatching the stake from Drake’s
