The lighthouse shook with the force of bodies hitting steel.
Gunfire cracked through the air.
Rain hammered the broken windows.
The ocean roared like it wanted to swallow the entire structure whole.
Lucien didn’t hesitate.
He moved like a storm given flesh — fast, lethal, controlled in a way that felt almost supernatural. The Hollow Man he tackled slammed into the railing so hard the metal bent outward, screeching under the pressure.
The masked figure staggered.
Lucien didn’t give him time to recover.
He grabbed the Hollow Man by the throat and slammed him into the wall. The mask cracked. The figure dropped.
Lucien turned to me, rain dripping from his hair, blood streaking down his jaw.
“Aria.”
My breath broke. “Lucien—”
He stepped toward me, eyes burning with a fury that wasn’
