Elina’s POV

Knuckles hesitated, his eyes flicking toward me for a split second before he bolted for the door, leaving it half-open.

—He was scared.

The thought sent a dizzying thrill of anxiousness down my spine. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, rough and sudden like razor burns.

Knuckles—Fenrir’s most loyal henchman—was panicking.

If he was running, whatever was happening outside had to be ...