C18 THE MASS OF FIRE

The first thing Elara felt was heat. Not the sort that burned, but the kind that wrapped around her like a second skin—suffocating, inescapable.

Her eyes fluttered open to shadows crowding against the walls, their inky tendrils writhing like restless smoke. For a moment, she worried, believing the rogues had returned. But then her gaze focused on him.

Damon