Diana’s POV
I couldn’t move.
He stood just beyond the gates, stiff, like a statue carved from shadow and fury.
My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest.
I gripped Eva’s arm tighter.
She didn’t flinch, but her hand hovered over the gearshift, white-knuckled. Then, slowly, she placed it over mine.
“If you’re that scared,” she said quietly, “then don’t get out. Stay in the car. Wait until he leaves.”
I turned to her, confused and shocked. “You’re not going to help me?”
Her gaze flicked to the rearview mirror, where he remained motionless, watching.
She sighed, then shook her head.
“You don’t get it,” she whispered. “He’s the grandson of the devil, stronger than me. Stronger than anyone here. I’m not getting between you two. I like being alive.”
Her voice was light, bu
