Elias’s POV

The hallway felt too open and too suffocating at the same time.

My back was pressed against the cold wall, but the heat raging under my skin made it feel like nothing. My collar vibrated again, short, sharp pulses burning the base of my neck. I bit down a sound, fingers curling into fists so tight my nails nearly pierced my palms.

Ronan stood in front of me like a barricade.

Broad shoulders blocking out the harsh lights.

Aura pushing outward, forming a dome of pressure around ...