Dawn crept through the infirmary windows like a shy houseguest, painting everything in watercolor shades of pink and gold. Daisy sat cross-legged on her bed, trying to process what Christian had just told her. The Moon's Tear hung heavy against her throat, its energy thrumming with shared unease.
"So Alec's gone full Succession-style power trip?" She aimed for lightness, but the words fell flat. Through their bond, she felt Christian's careful control waver – ancient power recognizing the gravity beneath her attempted humor.
"It's worse than that." He paced the length of the room, all contained violence and predatory grace. In the early morning light, his energy signature rippled like aurora borealis – beautiful and terrible and not quite human. "The way Ceecee described his behavior...
