Scarlett’s POV

I don’t run at first.

I explode out of the hall.

One moment, Killian and Kieran are tearing each other apart like wild animals, claws out, teeth bared, centuries of blood rage ripping free. The next, the ancestral light under my skin surges violently—too bright, too much, too loud—turning every breath into fire.

People gasp around me. Someone screams. Glass shatters.

And before anyone can touch me—before I can even think—I’m spinning and bolting from the arena, ...