Our search for the next piece of the artifact ended in blood when we were ambushed by enhanced humans. Someone new was hunting us, and their reach extended far beyond anything we’d faced before.

As tensions with the Conclave ignited, Constantine took me to his home—a castle deep within his clan’s territory, surrounded by warriors who call him brother. The walls were steeped in history… and regret. Old wounds reopened, and buried emotions I thought I could control began to rise.