DARIAN

The Haven sprawls before me like a fortress, its stone walls and wrought-iron gates gleaming in the fading sunlight. My car tires crunch over the gravel as I slam the brakes, adrenaline screaming through my veins. Daisy’s hand grips mine in the passenger seat, and Kelvin’s jaw is set, silent but tense. I don’t need words, my eyes are fixed on the only thing that matters: getting inside, getting to Iris, and tearing this nightmare apart.

We storm through the gates, leaving the car behind, moving fast, each step pounding with purpose. The Haven has always been a place of secrets, of rules that bend and twist to suit...