OLIVIA POV
The ground was still trembling.
Even after the roots sank back into the earth and the air stopped glowing, the tremor stayed — inside me, inside the room, like the echo of a heartbeat that refused to calm.
Dirt clung to my shoes. The floor was cracked, bleeding dust. The air smelled of storm and moss, iron and Albert. Power, raw and unfiltered, still hummed in the walls. It was everywhere. I could taste it on my tongue, metallic and alive.
Maybe I should have been scared, I should have been freaking out by his power, by his unhinged side.
but all I could think was how lucky I was. to have him. always him. always by my side, never backing down from a fight for me, with me.
I'd been the damsel in distress before, and I hated it, but now, seeing my private unhinged version
