Vaelin’s mind wouldn’t stop racing. Mira wasn’t just any man. Nothing about him—or this situation—should exist in the human world. And neither should he. Revenge, truth, purpose… they consumed him entirely. Nothing else mattered.
Junvaris’ glittering streets stretched before him, wealth masking rot and corruption behind every neon glow. Then, a desperate cry cut through the night.
“Help! Somebody, please…”
Vaelin hesitated. Not his fight. Not tonight. And yet, something—fate, maybe, with a faint, mocking grin—pulled him toward the alley.
Inside, the scene was grim.
A group of drunken men had cornered a young couple. The woman—barely twenty, breathtaking with delicate features, her thin clothes doing nothing to ward off the night chill—pressed herself against the cold brick wall. Her b
