Freedom was supposed to be mine. Instead, it made me a target. My poisoned escape didn't set me free, it dragged me straight back to the darkness.  I've spent my whole life clawing at the chains meant to bind me, convinced freedom was the answer. I was wrong. Liberation comes at a cost, and loyalty is easily repaid with betrayal. Now the past I tried to outrun is closing in, and survival demands more than stubborn hope. I don't understand everything about this supernatural world yet, but I refuse to be caged again. That would be easier if The Sanctum weren't watching my every move. Or if I weren't still bound to Kael. Pulled toward Rion. And dangerously captivated by Thorne. Each connection tightens the noose. Each promises nothing but ruin. I need to stop looking back. Freedom is no longer the goal. Staying alive is.