SERAPHINA
“Don’t get hurt… unless you want me to lose my damn mind.”
His voice was low but thunderous, the kind that didn’t just echo—it carved itself into your bones.
I was trapped in the violet storm of his eyes, just as he was lost in the amber of mine. But beneath his gaze,fierce and devastating, I felt dread coil in my chest.
He was going to kill the imposter.
But that was Finn’s body.
Killing the imposter meant killing Finn.
“No, don’t…” I tried to reach out, but it was too late.
Ronan had already launched forward like divine vengeance. He hit the imposter mid-rise, slamming him into the earth so hard the ground cracked beneath them.
Claws. Fists. Teeth.
Ronan fought like a wolf possessed—merciless, unrelenting.
But the imposter…was using Finn’s body. His strength. His fig
