Elin’s POV

A chill seized my body, locking my limbs in place as a dark premonition coiled around me like a serpent. Lucas sat in his wheelchair, a thin blanket draped over his legs, his deep-set eyes stormy with a dangerous intensity. He looked as though he’d been roused from sleep, summoned by the chaos of Aaron’s injury, his presence radiating a quiet fury that made the air feel brittle. In the next moment, that storm broke over me—Lucas rolled forward, his cane swinging with a ...