Lila
The light doesn’t fade all at once.
It fractures—breaking into shards of silver and shadow that ripple outward, slamming into the cabin walls, the ground, the air itself. I’m screaming, but I can barely hear it over the roar inside my head.
Too much.
I can’t hold it.
I can’t stop it.
And I don’t know what it wants.
“Lila!” Rowan’s voice cuts through the chaos, sharp and commanding. “Look at me.”
I try.
I really do.
But the power is everywhere now—inside my chest, under my skin, pouring out of me like I’ve been split open. The symbols Selene painted into the floor blaze white-hot, cracking straight through the wood beneath them.
The cabin groans.
Then—
Another presence slams into the space.
Raw.
Burning.
Familiar.
Damien.
The bond screams.
It’s not romantic.
It’s no
