Illyana's POV
I stepped into the villa, my heart pounding against my ribs, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Luke's henchman. The grand foyer, usually a welcoming sight, now felt cavernous and cold, the shadows seeming to press in on me from all sides. The echo of my footsteps on the marble floor only heightened my sense of unease, each step a reminder of the danger that lurked outside the walls of this sanctuary.
I hugged my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill that had settled deep in my bones. The henchman's words echoed in my mind, a sinister promise that made my blood run cold. Luke was coming for me. No one was safe. The thought made my stomach churn, bile rising in my throat. I had fled Chicago to escape his obsession, to build a new life free from the chai
