Ara's POV
The second Damon said Sailas might still be inside that burning hellhole, my stomach dropped like a stone. And here I thought I couldn’t stand the guy. But the idea of never seeing that smug, sarcastic bastard again? It hurt. Damn it.
Damon was already charging toward the flames like a man possessed, and my chest tightened. That wasn’t just his panic I felt—it was mine too.
"Aurelia, I’m going in too," I said, already stepping forward.
"Ara, listen—"
"No buts," I cut her off. "I’m not standing here while that i***t burns alive."
Aurelia’s grip tightened on my shoulder— then, to my surprise, she nodded.
"You’ll need this," she said, pressing a dagger into my hand. Her eyes burned with the same determination coursing through me. "Stay close."
We sprinted towar
