Liam stood on the balcony of the ruined lair, staring into the darkness beyond the treetops. The wind was cold, biting against his skin, but he barely felt it. His mind was far too restless.
Faye is a witch.
Elena's words echoed over and over, refusing to fade.
His jaw clenched. It didn't make sense. It shouldn't make sense.
But deep down, something in him… believed it.
Because that wasn't the only thing haunting him.
A voice.
A voice he had heard ever since that first battle against Baxter and Alaric.
A voice that didn't belong to him.
"You should have killed them when you had the chance."
Liam exhaled sharply, gripping the edge of the railing. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the voice didn't leave.
It never did.
"You're hesitating. Just like before. How much more will you lose before you understand?"
Liam forced a breath through his nose. "Shut up," he muttered under his breath.