Juliette’s POVThe cavernous chamber reeked of smoke and iron as Rowan’s laughter echoed around us. Flames licked the stone walls, throwing jagged shadows across the floor. My chest heaved, every heartbeat a hammering reminder that we were still in his world, his trap.Dorian pressed beside me, grim-faced, his hands still bleeding from the last skirmish. “Juliette, stay close. He’s planning something,” he warned, eyes flicking to Rowan.“I know,” I muttered, though my words trembled. My wolf bristled inside me, restless and furious. Rowan wasn’t just a threat—he was family. Blood tied us together, and that knowledge clawed at me as fiercely as the fear that gripped my gut.Rowan’s eyes gleamed in the firelight, calculating, almost mournful. “You’ve grown,” he said softly, almost admiringly, yet there was no warmth there. “Stronger than I expected. But do you understand what you’re fighting for?”I clenched my fists. “You’ve gone too far,” I snapped. “All of this—this bloodshed, these
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