Demitri’s POV
The winding road snaked through the mountains like a twisted promise, the kind that never led anywhere good. Gravel crunched beneath the tires of my car, a sound I’d come to associate with solitude and purpose. I’d been searching for Vivian for days, and now, according to the blinking red dot on my navigation, I was finally ten minutes away from her hideout.
I rested one hand casually on the steering wheel, the other tapping against the leather armrest. The tension coiled in my chest was as familiar as the sharp tang of blood that clung to my clothes. I’d had to kill a few unfortunate souls to get here—some low-level witches guarding their little covens, delusional enough to think they could stop me. They’d learned their lesson, though, even if it was the last one they’d ev
