LUKE’S POV

The warehouse was in flames, the acrid scent of burning wood and gunpowder choking the air. Smoke curled around us, thick and blinding, but it didn’t matter. My eyes were locked on one thing—her.

Aurelia was on the ground, her body trembling, Will sprawled a few feet away from her, coughing through the debris. Her bruised wrists and the terror in her wide eyes made something inside me snap.

My fingers tightened around my gun as I stepped forward. The world had narrowed to ...