The room was dark, except for the strange blue flames that burned quietly in the corners. They didn’t crackle like normal fire. They made no sound, just a soft glow that filled the chamber with a cold, uneasy light.
Adrian stood in the center of the room, his broad chest bare, his muscles tense. His hands stayed stiff by his sides, fingers curled slightly like he wanted to punch something but knew it would be useless. Strange red symbols glowed faintly on his chest, swirling patterns and sharp lines. They had been painted not with paint, but with Leona’s own blood.
His skin crawled, but he didn’t move.
Leona moved slowly around him, her bare feet silent against the marble floor. Her long black robe swept behind her like shadows moving along the ground. Her hair fell in soft waves around
