The room was a vortex of tension, Lucian’s chilling smile boring into me. Rigel stepped forward, placing himself protectively between me and the enemy. His stance was firm, his hand gripping the hilt of his weapon like it was an extension of himself.
“This ends here,” Rigel said, his voice a low growl.
“Oh, but it hasn’t even begun,” Lucian replied smoothly, his tone laced with amusement. He gestured lazily, and the room filled with an unsettling laughter, the sound coming from the shadowy figures that encircled us. I narrowed in confusion, I could not fathom what was brewing.
Just as Rigel prepared to strike, a voice pierced through the din—a voice that froze the blood in my veins.
“Stop!”
I turned toward the sound, my heart sinking as a figure stepped into the dim light. It was someone I hadn’t seen in years, someone I had once trusted with everything: Alex.
Alex had been more than a friend; he had been my confidant during some of the darkest days of my life. Seeing him here, stand