Ravenna's POV
"And that smile said he had been waiting."
My entire body went still as my blood turned to ice. I didn't need his name to know who he was. That face was branded into me, as seared and familiar as the fire scars he'd given me.
Sylvan. The madman. The arsonist who laughed as my clinic burned, who howled at the flames as though they were holy, and wielded chaos like it was his second nature.
I thought I'd buried him in the ashes of that night. But here he was—sick, wasted, grinning at me like a corpse that refused to rot. A living nightmare that would not drift away on any wind.
I fought to keep my mask in place—the stoic calm that hid far more than my face. My hands trembled at my sides, so I curled them into fists until the pain steadied me. He couldn't know m
