Althea’s heart pounded as Uriel’s magic flared brightly, wrapping the mysterious man in glowing threads of energy that shimmered like molten silver. The air crackled from the clash of their powers. But what unsettled her most wasn’t his strength—it was how calm he looked.

The man didn’t even resist. He just stood there, hands bound, a smirk playing on his lips as if he was in full control of the situation.

“I’m a bit tired,” he said casually, his voice smooth and mocking. ...