The air split as Evren moved.
Fast and violent.
The kind of speed that bent space around him, that left nothing but a ripple in his wake. To an ordinary eye, he would’ve been nothing more than a distortion—something felt, not seen.
But there was nothing ordinary about him now.
Not with Ash so close to the surface.
Not with her scent fading.
He followed it relentlessly, his senses stretched to their limits, every nerve tuned to one thing—
Her.
Mira.
The faint trail of her scent clung to the air, broken, distorted… tainted with something else. With chemicals and rot.
With rogues.
His jaw clenched so hard it ached.
They had touched her. They had taken her.
The back door burst open under the force of his entry, slamming against the wall as he stepped th
