Benson's POV
I could feel it even before I walked through the dusty corridors. Something was wrong, I wasn’t sure what it was I felt a strange pull—a sensation that felt as though it was tugging at my very soul. A vision struck, like a crack of lightning across a dark storm sky.
And I knew that today wasn't going to be like yesterday.
My surroundings faded, and I found myself drifting through a haze of light and shadow. As my body was anchored to reality, my mind was walking on another plane entirely. I saw Finn, surrounded by guards, his body held in a tight grip as a highborn face, bulk, and dressed in the unmistakable finery of the elite sneering at Finn, shoving him down. I could hear Finn’s voice, strained and defiant, despite the blows. The highborn fae raised his hand, holding
