CHAPTER 85 — FLAMES OF THE BONDThe safehouse shook.Not the slow, trembling kind of shaking that comes from old foundations settling. This was violent and deliberate—metal groaned, glass shattered, and every instinct screamed at Luca and Riven that they were no longer safe.Bishop stepped through the doorway like a storm incarnate, shadows writhing around him, merging with the darkness of the night. He was unharmed, impossibly composed, but every movement radiated lethal intent.Riven moved instinctively in front of Luca, fists tight, eyes locked on Bishop. “Stay behind me,” he growled.Luca didn’t. The mark pulsed—hot, alive, insistent. It was no longer just a reminder of what he felt; it was feeding, straining toward the threat, demanding action.“I… I can feel it,” Luca said, voice low, trembling. “It wants to fight. Bishop—it wants him.”Riven’s jaw clenched. “Luca, no. Not like this. You don’t know what it can do.”But the bond didn’t care.A tendril of shadow shot from Bishop’s
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