The heavy iron doors of the inner sanctuary slammed shut with a deafening boom. Outside, the muffled roars of the attack and the clash of steel raged on, but inside, the air was dead quiet—thick, hot, and heavy with the scent of crushed flowers and old blood.Julian did not let go of my wrist. His grip was an iron band, his pulse hammering against my palm so violently I could not tell where my heartbeat ended and his began. He hauled me toward the center of the room, where a massive block of black obsidian sat under the blood-red light filtering through the high glass dome.The Blood Altar.“We don’t have time for this, Julian,” I panted, my boots skidding across the smooth stone floor. “Victor’s enforcers are already through the lower gates. If they breach the inner ward—”“Let them try,” Julian growled. His voice was a low rumble that rattled my ribs. He spun me around, slamming my back against the edge of the smooth, cold stone altar.The contrast made my breath hitch. The freezing
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