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The red-haired woman watches us with a mix of disdain and curiosity. Her slender, elegant figure moves with the confidence of someone who’s always in control—even if the cabin behind her looks seconds away from collapsing."Are you going to stand there staring at me like a lost puppy, Shadow, or will you introduce me to your friends?" she says, arms crossed, her voice dripping with irony.Shadow doesn’t flinch. He steps forward, his body taut like a coiled spring, and his voice comes out steady."Lyra, Maxwell—this is Elena.""Elena," I repeat with a tense smile, not quite sure what to say. There’s something in her presence that unsettles me, a sense of danger I can’t shake."And you must be Lyra," she says, eyeing me as if cataloging every flaw she can find. Then she turns to Maxwell. "And you... still as insufferable as ever.""Elena," Maxwell replies dryly, not bothering to hide his contempt. "Still a walking disaster, I see."She smiles as if he’s just paid her a compliment, then

Dawn creeps in slowly, staining the sky in a deep navy that gradually softens into a pale pink. The shadows of the night begin to dissolve, but the weight of what we did last night still clings to the air. Shadow is by my side, yet the distance between us feels wider now, more tangible, despite the promises we made to each other.The air is thick. There’s something in it—something I can’t quite name—that tightens my chest. I know peace won’t last. Despite our vows, tension doesn’t vanish with a kiss or a whispered word. Every decision, every step from now on, will bear consequences. Not only for us, but for everyone caught in the fallout.I glance sideways at Shadow as he paces the house. His movements are slow, as if he’s still sorting through everything that passed between us. It hurts to see the confusion written across his face, though I try not to show it. I step away, and the sound of my footsteps creaks against the worn wooden floor. I can’t keep pretending we haven’t crossed a

The cold air slaps my face as we slip out the building’s back door. The city is quiet tonight—too quiet. A silence that crawls under my skin and coils tight around my nerves. Something’s about to happen. I can feel it in my bones, in the hollow space between each breath. And even though Shadow and I keep moving forward, the feeling that we’re walking a tightrope over a pit of knives won’t leave me.We’re headed to a place I’ve only heard whispers about—a kind of haven for those with nothing left to lose. They call it The Cave of Shadows. A place where alliances are forged in danger, where secrets cling to the walls and whisper in the dark. And it’s there we’ll face the ones who want to tear us apart, the ones who’ll try to manipulate us, control us. We don’t have many choices left, but if we’re going to fight—for us—there’s no other way.“Are you ready for this?” Shadow asks, his voice soft, but there’s a tautness in it, a wire stretched too tight. It’s strange, how even now, when eve

The air is still heavy, thick, as if the atmosphere itself is on the verge of shattering. Shadow and I stand in the eye of the storm, and yet, for some reason, I’ve never felt more alive. The kiss—that eruption of chaos, of hunger and desperation—still burns on my lips. My heart races each time I look at him, each time I feel the nearness of his body, as though we were opposite poles, pulled together by a force beyond reason.But the shadows—the same ones that seem to move and stalk us—offer no reprieve. The man standing before us, who just moments ago watched us with a cynical smile, steps back, as if pleased with what he’s just witnessed.“Interesting,” he murmurs, his voice a whisper that cuts through the dense air. “But don’t underestimate them. This is only the beginning.”Shadow tightens his grip on my hand—firm, unwavering. He looks at me in a way I’ve never seen before, as though calculating everything ahead, weighing every choice, every step.“Whatever’s happening, it won’t t

The room is thick with a deadly stillness. Dorian’s eyes—those dark orbs that reflect a malevolent light—scan me as if stripping me bare from the inside out, and I can’t help but feel vulnerable, exposed. His presence, though enigmatic, fills me with a tangible sense of danger. Shadow, beside me, stands firm, his body taut like a rope on the verge of snapping. But I know the storm inside him is already breaking loose.Dorian steps closer, moving with a dangerous grace, like a predator sizing up its prey. There’s something in his posture that makes my skin crawl—something I can’t quite place, but it warns me that the threat he represents is not one we can ignore.“What do you want from us?” Shadow asks, his tone cold, but the tension in his voice undeniable. Despite his bravery, I see that Dorian’s shadow has touched something deep inside him—something that causes doubt, though he hides it behind silence.Dorian pauses, eyes studying Shadow with unnerving calm. He smiles again, but thi