Lena’s POV:
The moment we reached home, I ran into my bedroom to escape his wrath. I could feel the strained air between us while his threat echoed in my head. I hadn’t expected to meet him again. If only Xara had cooperated with me!
After freshening and changing out of my soiled clothes, I lay down on the bed, feigning sleep. I had no idea where Zephyrus was. The house was eerily quiet, as if I was the only one here. I closed my eyes but twisted and turned on the warm, soft bed, remembering Magnus’s bloodshot eyes. It haunted me and I couldn’t sleep at all. A peculiar force beckoned me continuously, urging me to get up and run. I could feel the mark on my neck glow, causing heat to radiate from the spot. It wasn’t the spot where Zephyrus marked me. It was my birthmark.
‘Come to me, Le
