Lena scoffed. "A sanctuary? Sounds like a trap."
Dorian smirked. "That depends on who you ask."
Logan’s eyes narrowed. "And who exactly runs this place?"
Dorian’s expression remained unreadable. "The kind of people who know what Elias is becoming. The kind who won’t let him stumble through this blindly—unless, of course, he wants the fire to burn him from the inside out."
The words struck something deep within me. The fire inside me wasn’t just power—it was volatile, growing stronger with every breath. I had controlled it this time, barely, but what about next time?
I glanced down at the woman in my arms. Was she a part of this too? Was she changing, like me?
Lena stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Elias, we don’t know what this guy really wants. You felt those creatures—whatever t
