_Dorian's POV_
The seer’s voice broke the silence. “As long as the bond remains, he will always find her.”
I stiffened, my grip tightening on Lyla’s trembling form. The weight of her exhaustion pressed against me, but it was nothing compared to the suffocating truth of the seer’s words.
Lyla looked up at me, her dark eyes wide with fear and something else—something I couldn’t name.
“Then… how do we stop it?” I asked, my voice raw.
The seer exhaled slowly. “We must finish what we started.”
Lyla flinched in my arms.
The ritual.
The blood.
The pain.
I swallowed hard. “Here? Now?”
The seer nodded. “Now,” she said firmly. “Or he will never stop hunting her.”
I glanced at Lyla. She was barely holding on. Her body was weak and her breaths were shallow. How could she possibly endure mo
