Beneath The Surface

(Chapter 111:Mira's POV)

The air inside the fortress felt colder—heavier—as I stood there watching Vicenzo kneel beside Selene. His anger clung to the walls, sharp and cutting, but beneath it, I sensed something else. Fear.

I understood that fear too well.

Lorenzo's hand still lingered against my waist, steady and warm despite the storm in his eyes. I could feel the tension vibrating through him—the barely restrained urge to tear something apart. And I knew without question, if Selene didn't survive, nothing would stop him from unleashing hell.

But I couldn't focus on that now.

"We need to find the traitor," I said quietly. "Before anyone else pays the price."

Lorenzo's jaw tensed. "We will." His voice was softer now, but no less dangerous. "I'll tear the fortress apart if I have to."

I believed him.