Caroline’s body screamed in protest.
Blood dripped down her side, her vision swam, and the world around her lurched, tilting between real and unreal. But she stayed standing.
Ezra was beside her, his grip tight on her wrist, his golden eyes furious.
Across from them, Zenia stood waiting.
She hadn’t attacked again.
She hadn’t finished what she started.
Because she was waiting.
Waiting for Caroline to understand.
And that terrified her more than the pain.
The ruins of White Hollow were still burning, filled with the echoes of magic and death. Behind them, Senua and Liam were fighting to hold the line, cutting down Zenia’s twisted creatures, their bodies moving in perfect sync, like an army controlled by a single, invisible hand.
But Caroline couldn’t look away from Zenia.
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