The city had never looked so still.
From the rooftop, everything below them seemed to move in slow motion — headlights gliding across wet streets, the faint hum of life echoing in the distance. Arian stood near the edge, gazing over the cityscape. The dying sunlight caught his profile, painting his pale skin in shades of gold and rose. For a fleeting moment, he didn't look like a vampire. He looked human — like the boy she had
met years ago, before everything had burned.
It had been three days since their visit to the Vampire Court. Three days since the Seer's warning had settled into her chest like a stone she couldn't put down: Protect her well. If she lives, she may be
the one who saves us all.
She had tried to distract herself — sketching, walking through the crowded streets, pret
