The battlefield roared back to life.
Selina stood frozen in the middle of the chaos, the Seer’s words still ringing in her ears.
Would you kill someone you love?
She could still feel Zane’s cooling skin under her hands. Still see the vacant expression on Elira’s face. Still hear the thunder of her own heart.
Roman’s silhouette lingered in the distance, half-shrouded by smoke and flame.
He was waiting. Watching. And—somehow—knowing.
The Seer had vanished, fading into shadow without another word. Their price was laid bare, and Selina had to decide how far she was willing to go.
“Selina!”
Victor’s voice cut through the noise, dragging her back. She turned, dazed, to find him cradling Zane’s body. Elira stood nearby, trembling, her magic still flickering faintly at her fingertips.
“He
