The moment Daemon stepped into the tunnel, the air shifted violently.
It wasn't just the unnatural chill or the eerie way the shadows bent toward him.
It was something deeper.
Something primal.
A suffocating force that wrapped around their chests like invisible chains, pressing down on their lungs.
Elijah went rigid, his fingers twitching toward his sword.
Trevor's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his usual sarcasm nowhere to be found.
Dexter's sharp crimson eyes narrowed slightly, studying Daemon like he was a problem that had no solution.
Even Stacy, who had just been mocking Liam without a care in the world felt her breath hitch.
This wasn't like standing in front of Baxter.
This wasn't like facing a pack of rogue wolves or a legion of vampires.
This was something far worse.
Daemon took another slow step forward.
The ground beneath him didn't even make a sound.
