Chapter 21

• “Who the hell is Valen?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them, a rush of confusion and fear spilling out. I didn’t know who I was asking—Crown or Rogan—but the name had landed like a punch. It wasn’t just a name. It was a warning.
• Rogan, who had been standing by the door, his gaze already sharp, didn’t flinch. He closed the distance between us in a few quick strides and placed the note he’d found in his hands on the table. The ink was still fresh, smudged, but the name stood out like a dark omen: Valen.
• Crown, who’d been pacing by the window, stopped dead in his tracks. He turned slowly, his eyes narrowing. “You shouldn’t have seen that.”