Nyx
The air hums with electricity. So thick, so heavy it feels like breathing lightning. They found us. Again. The night bleeds red with sirens and silver light as drones circle overhead, their spotlights cutting through the trees.
Kaelen stands between me and the chaos, his chest heaving, blood streaking down his temple. Across the clearing, Orion steps from the shadows with soldiers at his back, his eyes glowing that impossible gray.
“Nyx,” he calls, voice steady, calm. Too calm. “You need to stop running.”
“You mean surrender?” Kaelen scoffs, stepping forward. The soldiers behind Orion raise their rifles, laser sights flickering across the trees.
“Stand down.” Orion lifts a hand. His order slices through the air, and even now. Even now, his voice stirs something deep in me. That s
