Elias’s POV

I kept feeling the same thing. Like someone’s eyes were always on the back of my neck.

Even inside Training Hall Three, with only Ronan and Vale, my nerves stayed tight. My hands were cold. My mind kept jumping to dark corners and empty hallways. It felt wrong. All of it.

Vale was talking, explaining the list of people he suspected, but the words sounded far away.

Ronan leaned close. “Elias. Focus.”

“I am trying.”

He studied me, eyes sharp. “You look like you are ...