Elena’s POV

I leaned against the cold hospital wall, my face pale, fingertips pressing into the smooth surface as if anchoring myself against the rising tide of fear and fury.

Memories of Matthews’ fate in my previous life churned relentlessly in my mind. And now Damien wanted to destroy him—the only person in the family who had ever shown me genuine kindness. My chest tightened. I could barely breathe, but I refused to let panic take me.

After a moment, I straightened my spine and ...