The memories of Andrus were like a movie playing out in front of my eyes, each scene unfolding with a sharp clarity that made it hard to distinguish between the past and the present. I could feel Andrus’s tension, his simmering anger, and above all, his desperate need to change what was coming.
I watched through Andrus’ eyes as Calix prepared for the fight that could change everything. I found myself standing in the middle of Travis’s mansion, the dim light casting eerie shadows across the room. Calix had just entered, moving silently through the corridors, his senses heightened, every nerve on edge. He was supposed to find Travis here, in his bedchamber, and end this once and for all. But the room was empty.
A cold sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong. An
