KIERAN'S POV
I've never believed in fate.
I believe in strength. In strategy. In instinct. I believe in the raw mechanics of survival—the way bones break, the way wars start, the way leaders rise from blood and ash. Fate has always sounded too much like an excuse for weakness. Something people whisper to make sense of chaos. Fate and romance Is for fools…or so I thought.
Ever since Layla stepped into our world, chaos has begun to take form. And now... I'm starting to wonder if maybe….just maybe—fate isn't so fictional after all.
I remember the way the Elders reacted to her. I remember the words they said. Their words weren't just warning bells; they were prophecies. And I've never seen Elder Veyron look afraid. Not until that day.
Who is Layla?
