DALTON POV
After Reyes’ death, I felt myself at peace.
Karma. Justice.
For a few, precious heartbeats the world was balanced. My lungs expanded as if they hadn’t tasted air in weeks, and for the first time, in Goddess knows how long, I thought—all was as it was supposed to be.
Almost.
Because as much as Reyes’ absence settled the weight in my chest, it didn’t erase the mountain of questions pressing against the back of my skull. Questions about who had helped him, who had built this nightmare beneath the stone, who had twisted magic and blood until it birthed something even demons would have feared.
I turned myself toward my sunshine, my Kai, crashing my lips to hers. The urge to feel something else than sorrow was overwelming. I needed her. And I needed Derrick.
Our kiss wasn’t ge
