The cabin was a pressure chamber. The air thickened, each breath heavier than the last. Jonah and Rowan stood braced, weapons trained on the man at the door. Evelyn sat stiff on the cot, unable to move, unable to look away.The fire cast his face in shifting light—shadow over cheekbone, flame glinting off eyes that glowed faintly, impossibly, like embers stirred to life.“You shouldn’t have run,” he said again, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in her ribs.Jonah’s rifle didn’t waver. “You’ve got three seconds to explain yourself, Kael, before I put silver in your chest.”Evelyn’s head whipped toward him. “Kael?”The man—Kael—smiled faintly, though it never reached his eyes. “So you do remember me, Jonah.”Rowan’s crossbow tilted slightly but stayed steady. His expression was unreadable, but his knuckles whitened against the wood.“You’re not welcome here,” Rowan said flatly.Kael stepped fully into the room, closing the door behind him with deliberate calm. The scent of e
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