SCARLETT

The chamber pulsed with danger.

Kael stood before me, his chest heaving, blood on his lip. Darius’s lightning hissed in the air, eyes burning with rage and longing. But it was Lucien calm, coiled, and cruel who owned the silence.

His gaze pinned me like a predator cornering prey. “Scarlett,” he said softly, almost like a lover whispering in the dark. “You’ve tasted fire. You’ve flirted with a storm. But you haven’t drowned in the shadows yet.”

Kael’s snarl ...