Sara and the Conqueror
"If you want to save each other, then do it. But the gates are open, and the clock is ticking. I am going for Sara."
I left them there—Yvonne cradling Kayvon against the cold stone, and Carmen standing guard over a stunned Harlan. The Twilight Zone was fracturing from the inside out, failing not just because of my claws, but because of the very thing Tristan claimed to represent: love. It was a weakness I intended to exploit.
I turned toward the penthouse stairs, my shadow stretching long and dark over the broken feast. I was going to burn his world to the ground, and I was going to start with the man who thought he could keep her from me.