Rhysand’s POV

The stairwell smelled of metal and old concrete, a visible showcase everything that had just happened.

Emergency lights flooded the walls with their red siren movements, giving the steps and unnatural glow that made everything look more like chaos.

Every instinct in me screamed that we were not alone, that every heartbeat was being tracked, measured, exploited.

I led Carmen and Kethan down the steps, my hand gripping hers so tightly I was sure she’d feel it through her ...