Lína dreamed again. But this time, it wasn't Alec.
The dream was too warm. Too sweet.
She stood in a garden of roses — each one singing. A voice called to her.
> "You are not bound to him. You are more than a key."
A man stood before her — horned, beautiful, eyes glowing with ancient sin. The King of Hell smiled like he already owned her soul.
> "He fears you, little godborn. But I see your potential."
He offered her a gift: a black flame, small and alive.
> "Take it, and you'll never be anyone's tool."
She woke up screaming.
Across the world, Alec woke up the same way.
> He felt it.
The curse wasn't just changi
ng.
It was choosing sides.