Tyler's POV
The weight of the situation bore down on me like a suffocating blanket, suffusing every thought with a sense of urgency and dread. As I paced the dusty floor of the warehouse, my mind raced with questions and fears, each one more ominous than the last.
If Danielle was being plagued by the same tormenting dreams as I was, then what did it mean? Damian had been haunting my dreams, his presence a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within me. But to think that he was now targeting Danielle... it filled me with a fierce protectiveness and a gnawing sense of guilt.
Why was he tormenting us? What did he want?
My thoughts were interrupted as Azura took the dagger from my hand, her brow furrowing in concentration as she examined the cracked stone. I watched her intently,
