Caelum's POV
"Darius." My voice was very low and dangerous as I turned to see the figure.
He had walked out from between the broken pillars like he owned the ruins, his steps were sounding on the ancient stone.
"Caelum, Caelum… you really do have a death wish, right? And you, I always thought you were a myth but it turns out you are just… old without anything." His eyes turned to Zevryn.
Zevryn didn't move. "Leave," he said with an angry voice.
"I will, and that will be after I collect what is mine." Darius laughed.
"She is not yours," I snarled.
"Neither is she yours anymore, you had her, you lost her, and now… well, let's just say the world is just full of better men." He shot back, his smirk was as sharp as the glass.
"If you want to see the truth, follow me and ignore him." My wolf roared inside me, it was hot and feral, but Zevryn's voice cut through.
"Truth? He is leading you to your grave." Darius brow raised up.
