The night was too quiet.

Lyla moved through the trees, the Bloodmarked following in silence. The ruins were behind them, but the feeling that weight pressing against her ribs had not faded.

Something was still out there.

Something that had survived.

Eli walked beside her, his voice low. “We’re being watched.”

Jorah’s golden eyes flickered. “I know. I can feel it.”

Dani’s fingers brushed her daggers. “Then let’s make them regret it.”

Caelum exhaled. “The ...