Ryder and Elena?

Lucius adjusted his gloves as he stepped out into the cool night, his expression unreadable. Elena was safe, Kiara was back to herself—Athena now—but there was still one last thing lingering in his mind. Grewald.

The man had been his suspect from the start, and Lucius had shown no mercy. Torture had been necessary, or so he believed at the time. Now, however, he had to set things right, or at least make things clear.

He signaled to Ryder, Asher, Michael, and Kael. "We're going."

The group moved swiftly through the city, their presence enough to make even the shadows retreat. When they arrived at Grewald's house, Lucius knocked—no, pounded—on the door.

There was a long pause before it creaked open, revealing Grewald standing there with a cold glare. The bruises on his face were still visible, and the stiffness in his posture told Lucius that the wounds he'd left behind hadn't fully healed.