Ivy’s pov. The evening was cold, and the quiet of the night was right above us. It was just the three of us now.

Ezra stood tall at my side, as if nothing in this cursed place could touch him. Lucien, on the other hand, leaned against the table like a predator at rest, every inch of him dangerously calm, as though he had already won.

My stomach churned. I had to make Ezra see sense before it was too late.

“Ezra,” I whispered urgently, tugging at his arm. “You can’t do this. He’s ...