Chapter 38 A Grave Mistake

• The darkness enveloped me, suffocating, twisting the air around us. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, each pulse a reminder that Arabelle was just within reach—yet Florian stood between us.
• I could hear his soft, mocking laughter echoing in the pitch-black. "You still don’t get it, do you, Lucian?" Florian’s voice slithered through the air. "This was never about just you and me. This was about power. Something you’ll never understand."
• I let out a low growl, my claws scraping the cold stone floor as I took a step forward, trying to steady my breathing, trying to focus. "Enough with your games, Florian. Step aside. Let her go, and this ends now."