Malric’s Pov

The room was too small for the storm brewing inside it.

I stood there, fists clenched, blood still drying on my hands, staring at the man I once called brother. Verret.

The same man I’d spent years believing was dead, now standing between me and the woman who carried my soul.

He’d said the words like a blade: “She’s not going with you.”

I took a step forward, voice low and trembling with rage.

“Let me tell you something, brother. It’s nice seeing you again… but this woman right here belongs to me.”

The air tightened.

Delilah’s gasp broke the silence. Behind her, Reyna and Cory exchanged uneasy...