Elara and Ella stood in the dim light of a secluded corridor deep within the palace, facing Damian with a tension that crackled like static in the air. The warlock had requested a secret audience with them, insisting that he had something urgent to share—something that could not wait. The narrow passageway, away from prying eyes and the usual bustle of the court, only heightened the sense of foreboding that clung to every whispered word.
Damian’s normally charming features were set in a grim mask as he spoke. “I have something important to tell you both,” he said in a low, measured tone. His eyes, normally warm and inviting, shone with a dangerous intensity that made Elara’s heart quicken. In that moment, she could not shake the thought that his intentions might be far more carnal or pred
