Aitana's POV
The world narrowed to a single, horrifying point. One second, Sebastian’s hand was a warm, solid anchor in mine. The next, the air ripped beside Eos, and Tristan was there, his eyes wide with shock and pain as her hand closed around his throat.
No.
"Let. Him. Go." The words tore from my throat, not as a plea, but as a command. They were layered with a power I didn't recognize, a resonance that made the very air vibrate.
"Or what? One move and I kill him," Eos’s voice was a venomous drip in the frozen silence. Her fingers tightened infinitesimally, and a choked gasp escaped Tristan’s lips.
"Don't worry about me," He said through the link. Eos was squeezing his neck; it was so tight that if she didn't let go of him soon, Tristan would die. "Even if she kills me, don't let
