Chapter 99

Elara’s point of view:

The moment the vents hissed, I tasted betrayal.

A metallic tang hit the back of my throat. Wolfsbane. Subtle, but deadly. My eyes flicked toward Dante, whose golden gaze sharpened in warning. Our bond sparked, a silent thread of alarm passing between us.

Guards moved with precision. Not uncertainty. Not hesitation.

They weren’t reacting to a disruption.

They were following a