Elira's POV

Blood. Cries. Fire. Anguish. The way I had fallen. My ears rang and I bit hard on my lips as the memories rushed in with full force almost knocking me off.

Aiden. The way he had tortured me. The way he managed to save me. The way Luca had hit my head continuously against the stone.

“No,” I cried out in pain as my ears went off, my vision blurring at the edges, “no,” my nails scraped the floor as I forced myself to raise my head. Just as I looked ahead, I found the manual turn.

That had to be it. That had to be the one...