The entire living room was silent.
None of them knew what to say as they stood circling the empty marble chests which were supposed to house the black kyanite stones.
The weapon that could kill the Ravenas was still out there and whoever had it was clever, probably holding an age-long vendetta against the Celestials.
Their enemy was prepared for everything that could potentially hamper their plan and none of the occupants of the penthouse knew what to do next.
Eleanor looked up at Damien and saw fury and disappointment in his eyes as he shook his head, staring gravely at the floor before pinching the bridge of his nose.
“When did the Elarmas get so strong?” Adonis mumbled rubbing his forehead as he furrowed his brows in confusion.
“They didn’t,” Eleanor muttered. “No matter what, I
