Siana paced back and forth in Ashleen's living room, her hands trembling as she recounted everything that had happened. Her voice wavered with every word, and her eyes darted nervously as if reliving the intensity of Devillian's gaze.

“And then… he just looked at me, Ash,” Siana said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Like… like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. It wasn’t normal—it wasn’t human.” She stopped, clutching her arms as if trying to shield herself from the memory. “His eyes… they were filled with something so raw, so… dangerous.”