Dorian’s POV

I walked around my chamber like a trapped beast, my heartbeat hammering hard inside of me. I couldn’t stop thinking of everything, Malik’s mother’s message, I thought about the urgency in it, the manner in which it was delivered, I thought about the markings, the blood, the illness, the prophecy from years ago.

I kept seeing Eve’s eyes, then I dismissed it as just being stressed, but it was still replaying in my head, it looked too real to conclude it was just mere ...