Chapter 38

• “Elijah’s going to retaliate,” Zane said, his voice tight as he stepped into the room. His eyes were sharp, cutting through the tension that had hung in the air since the moment Elijah walked out. “We have to be ready.”
• I hadn’t even had time to catch my breath before Zane came to me, his face grim, and the weight of his words settled like stones in my chest. The standoff with Elijah had been a small victory—just enough to buy us time—but now, the clock was ticking down again. Every second brought us closer to the moment Elijah would make his move.
• “I know,” I said quietly, my hands shaking as I pushed back the dread gnawing at me. “He won’t let this go.”