"Lila, move. I'm ending this," Caleb growled, his body tensed beneath Adrian's hold. His golden eyes burned into hers, desperate, unyielding.
But Lila didn't move.
The silver dagger in her hands trembled as she pressed it against Adrian's chest, right over his heart. If she pushed even a little harder, if she just let the blade sink in—this would all be over.
Adrian knew it, too. His gaze flickered, his body coiled like a predator caught in a snare. He didn't fight back. He just… watched her.
Waiting.
Lila swallowed hard. She should want this. She should. Adrian had taken her, trapped her in his stronghold, wrapped her in his magic like a bird in a cage. Caleb had come for her, fought for her. This was her chance to end it, to run.
But why did her hands refuse to move?
Why did her heart race not from fear—but from something else entirely?
