The cavern shook as the last remnants of the seal crumbled away.

Lyla’s pulse thundered in her ears, but she stood her ground.

Because whatever she had just released wasn't finished yet.

The figure before her, the Bloodmarked trapped for centuries, exhaled slowly. His silver eyes gleamed like moonlight on steel.

"You should have left me buried."

Lyla lifted her chin, refusing to look away. "I don’t make a habit of leaving things buried."

The man or whatever he had once been let ...