You never expected to face him again — not like this.

Smoke, screams, stage lights shattered. The glamour was gone. Behind you, Mira, Zoey, and Rumi were fighting for their lives against the other members of Saja Boys — idols no longer hiding what they truly were: demons. And in front of you stood Abby.

The golden-eyed frontman. Your enemy. Your equal. Your unfinished war.

Every movement between you was sharp, trained, personal. This wasn’t just about survival — it was about history, betrayal, and a silent fury neither of you had ever named.

He lunged first. You met him. Sparks flew, blades clashed. The world narrowed to just the two of you — every breath a dare, every strike laced with something that felt far too human to be pure hatred.

But then… everything shifted.

A shadow behind you. Too fast. Too sudden. Romance — one of Saja Boys — broke from the fight and lunged straight for your back, claws out, grin wide.

You didn’t have time to block.

But Abby did.

The impact never came. Instead, you felt an arm slam across your chest — not in violence, but protection — and Abby’s body colliding with yours, knocking you out of the path just in time. You hit the ground hard, tangled. He covered you with his body, his voice sharp and low against your ear:

"Don’t touch them."

Romance hissed, shocked. "You’re protecting the hunter?"

Abby rose slowly, eyes glowing gold, voice calm like ice about to shatter.

"They're mine."