POV: ElaraThe rain was a cold, suffocating curtain that swallowed the world outside The Obsidian Lounge. I stumbled down the stairs, the fabric of my cream dress heavy and sodden, clinging to my skin like a shroud. My lungs burned, every breath feeling like I was inhaling shards of ice."Elara! Stop! It’s dangerous!"I heard a heavy footfall on the wooden porch behind me. It was Marcus, the Lead Warrior. He had always been the only one to show a shred of pity for the "Rogue Wife," and I saw him reach out, his hand cutting through the gray mist to grab my arm.But before he could touch me, a dark, oppressive shadow loomed over him. The very air seemed to thicken, vibrating with a command that made the earth tremble."Let her go, Marcus."The voice was a glacier cold, immovable, and utterly devoid of mercy. Silas.He stood on the threshold of the lounge, the golden light from the party spilling out behind him, casting his shadow long and predatory across the wet pavement. He didn't eve
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