“Mira!”
The name ripped from Alpha Orion’s throat like a curse, like he was summoning something straight out of the underworld. His voice was deep, vibrating with power, the kind of voice that made walls tremble and air freeze. His eyes glowed crimson as he stared at Diva...no, at what she had become.
“Mira,” he said again, slower this time, reverent and commanding. “Show yourself, my little witch.”
The air thickened. The temperature dropped.
Diva’s body jerked violently. Her eyes rolled back before snapping open...blood red, glowing like molten fire.
Her movements were unnatural, boneless, her neck twisting slightly as if her spine was made of water. Her eyes slithered across the room, cold and serpentine, fixing on Orion with something ancient in their gaze.
Orion grinned. “Ah,” he
