_Killian's POV_
The heavy iron doors groaned as we pushed them open. The air inside the tower was damp and cold, carrying the faint metallic scent of blood and sweat. My senses were on high alert, every sound magnified in the oppressive silence. Mira was here—I could feel it.
Marcus took point, his blade glinting in the faint torchlight. We moved swiftly but cautiously, the guards were scattered, and it wouldn’t be long before they noticed us.
“We’re in their territory now,” Marcus whispered, his eyes darting toward the dark stairwell ahead. “Expect an ambush.”
I nodded, gripping my dagger tightly. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and dread. Mira’s faint scent lingered in the air, and Leo growled in my mind, urging me forward.
She is close. We are running out of time.
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