Ivy’s POV
"Ivy, wait up!" Damien’s voice rang urgently from behind me as I walked along a deserted street late at night. I stopped and turned around, my heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
He caught up quickly, his face tense under the glow of the streetlights. "We need to talk—now." His eyes searched mine, laden with worry and something I couldn’t quite decipher.
I crossed my arms defensively. "What is it, Damien? I’m not in the mood for secrets tonight."
Damien’s tone was grave as he took a step closer. "Ivy, listen carefully. I know you’ve started training with Kian, and I know you believe there’s something extraordinary about your power."
He paused, gauging my reaction. "But you need to understand something: trusting Kian is dangerous."
I frowned. "Dangerous?
