The night was still, but Mikhail could feel the weight of something shifting in the air. It wasn’t just the coming storm. It was him.
Draven.
Makayla stood beside him on the manor’s front steps, arms crossed, her golden eyes scanning the darkness. “You feel it too?”
Mikhail nodded. “He’s coming.”
Makayla’s smirk widened. “Took him long enough.”
But Mikhail wasn’t so eager. The last encounter had been a test. Draven had underestimated them, just as they had underestimated him. That wouldn’t happen again.
He turned to look at Makayla. “We need to be careful.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. He’s one human.”
Mikhail frowned. “One human who hurt us.”
Makayla scoffed. “Barely.”
Mikhail stepped closer, his voice lower now. “He was prepared. He knows our weaknesses. And now, he’s had
