Chapter 100
Annalise
Suddenly, the air in the room shifted.
A heavy presence filled the space, raw and untamed.
Dane emerged, stepping into view, his human form clothed, but his entire being radiating fury. His movements were sharp, precise—each step exuding restrained power. His golden eyes blazed with barely contained rage as he scanned the room, his jaw clenched tight.
"The bastard ran," he spat, voice low and edged with frustration. "Hid somewhere like a f*****g coward. This portal—" He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "The witches were controlling it. And now he—"
His words died abruptly.
His entire body went rigid.
Because he saw us.
Two Annalises.
His golden gaze flickered between me and the imposter, a dangerous storm brewing in his expression. He turned
