THE HIDDEN CROWN

Chapter 82

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city, Victor, Elena, and Darius made their way back to the hidden sanctuary in the old district. They moved through the alleys like shadows themselves, the air thick with tension and anticipation.

The small, ancient church they used as their hideout came into view, its stone walls weathered by centuries of neglect. Inside, a few candles flickered in the darkness, casting an eerie glow on the dusty pews and worn altar. The rest of their loyal followers were waiting for them—vampires, witches, and humans alike, all bound by their desire to topple the council and break free from Caius’s iron rule.

Darius stretched as they entered, his nonchalant demeanor masking the strain of the night’s events. “Well, that went better than expected. Lucian's in, and with him, half the rogue community.”

Victor nodded, though his expression remained grim. “It’s a start, but we’ll need more than Lucian’s support to have any chance of taking