Dimitri
One second, Alora is standing before us, and the next—she is being ripped backward through the shattered window. The wind swallows her scream as something unseen drags her into the open air, and for a fraction of a heartbeat, my entire world stops. I stood there, staring at the now-empty space where she had just been standing. My mind snaps into a razor‑sharp focus that I haven’t felt in centuries.
No.
The word isn’t spoken aloud for the world to hear, but it still seems to detonate something vicious inside me. It echoes around my mind like a command. Or a vow. It's my promise to the universe itself that if anything happens to her, I swear to the Fates I'll make them pay for it. My vision burns with a red tinge as rage burns hot in my lungs. I lunge forward, my instincts older
