Leo clenched his fists beneath the covers, his jaw tightening as Fan's words echoed inside his skull.
He hated it.
Hated being forced into decisions he never wanted to make, pushed into corners he never walked into willingly.
Every part of him wanted to scream, to reject the twisted logic she was feeding him, but deep down… he knew there was no way out.
The cult had his family, and Leo wasn't strong enough to save them on his own yet.
They had him by the balls, and he had no choice but to cooperate.
"You may not know anything about the prophecy. You may not understand the title of the Dragon," Fan said, her voice calm but firm, "but fate has already begun weaving itself around you."
Leo looked away, his heart thudding with silent rage, but Fan continued before he could speak.
