Elira’s scream echoed through the marble halls like a ghost with unfinished vengeance.
Her son was gone.
The blood on the pillow wasn’t enough to kill him—but it was enough to kill something inside her.
She didn’t remember falling to her knees.
She didn’t remember Soren crashing into the room behind her.
She only remembered one thing—the message scrawled on the wall in crimson ink.
“Round two begins. – Z.”
Zan Morrows had taken her baby.
And she was going to destroy him for it.
“Elira,” Soren said, grabbing her arms, his voice trembling, “We’ll get him back. I swear—”
“Don’t touch me,” she snapped, eyes wild. “You swore once before. You lied.”
“I didn’t lie about this. I’ll burn the world down for him.”
She turned to him, face pale, lips trembling with fury.
“Then light the ma
