James's POV
The moment I stepped into the clearing, the overwhelming scent of pine and earth hit me first, followed by something even more intoxicating—a scent I hadn't encountered in weeks. Aimee. My heart lurched in my chest as the familiar fragrance wrapped around me like a warm embrace. I had no idea she was anywhere near this place, let alone here at this very moment.
I froze, my eyes scanning the dense trees around me. She was close, but where?
"James, focus!" the sharp voice of the Elder, Kael, snapped me back to the present. His grip on my arm tightened, a subtle reminder that I wasn't here by choice. I'd been bound to him ever since that cursed agreement I made, and even now, I felt the magic thrumming beneath my skin, a leash that kept me tethered to his will.
