The air in the hospital room was thick with tension, a palpable weight that pressed down on them like a physical burden. Brielle's fingers tightened around Leo's limp hand, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip.

Darius hovered behind her, his presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of the tempest raging within her soul. His eyes burned with a barely contained fury, a promise of retribution that sent shivers down her spine.

Mason stood before them, his expression grave and somber, the weight of his revelations hanging over them like a shroud.

"Seraphine has gone too far," Darius growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that...