Torches illuminated the ritual space, casting long shadows across the ancient cavern. Council members chanted in a language older than civilization, their voices echoing off stone walls. The underground lake reflected the firelight, turning blood-red.
Logan stood on the stone dais, wrists bound with silver chains that burned his skin. The pain was nothing compared to the rage building inside him as he watched Marcus prepare Mia for the ritual.
"The markings must be precise," Marcus explained, paintbrush in hand. He traced ancient symbols across Mia's forehead with a mixture that smelled of herbs and blood. His touch lingered longer than necessary, his face too close to hers.
"You're enjoying this," Mia said flatly.
Marcus smiled. "I've waited a long time for this night." His fingers br
