Silence settled over the Witch Sanctum, thick and suffocating. Kara’s mind reeled, the weight of Selene’s words pressing against her chest.
Luke made a deal with the Shadow King.
That name alone sent a chill down her spine. The Shadow King wasn’t just a myth—he was a nightmare. An ancient being of pure darkness, whispered about in forbidden texts, feared even by the most powerful supernatural races.
And Luke had bound himself to him?
Damien’s fingers twitched toward his sword, his body vibrating with tension. His voice was deadly quiet. “Tell me everything.”
Selene smirked, resting her chin on her palm. “Oh, now you’re interested?”
Kara exhaled sharply, forcing her emotions down. “Selene, if you have information, now isn’t the time for your games.”
Selene’s expression turned serious
