Dylan’s p.o.v.
My patience was growing thin as the waiter wasn’t as useful as I had thought.
Just as I was about to take a step forward, an explosion that shook the ground like an earthquake reverberated the whole place.
It hits hard, a sharp, deafening roar that rattles through the air. Instinctively, I flinched, spinning toward the sound.
“What the hell was that?” Kade hissed, eyes snapping toward the source.
Lightning flared from the roof of the pub. It wasn’t natural—it streaked out like it had a mind of its own, casting the whole area in a harsh, blinding glow before settling into flickers of eerie light. My gut twisted.
The uneasy stillness that followed was worse.
“Stay vigilant,” I ordered, my voice cold and firm, trying to ground myself while the world around me tilted.
