Liam turned toward Ann, about to ask for the coordinates Ella had sent—but something stopped him.
A chill crawled up his spine.
His eyes narrowed, and he slowly pivoted back toward the forest.
There.
From within the swirling fire, through the thick smoke and glowing embers, he came.
Boris.
He walked calmly, like the flames were nothing more than a light breeze. The fire curled around his figure but didn't consume him. No, it burned his clothes away instead—revealing something underneath. Something ancient.
