Long after the words had left the forest, the whisper buzzed in my head, rattling against the walls of my skull. “You cannot escape”.
Jameson gripped my hand a little tighter as we walked back toward the forest trail. His silence weighed heavy, his thoughts a storm I could not see.
For a while, I welcomed the silence. Bits of images I couldn’t make sense flashed in my head—images of the glowing symbols, of the twisted creature, of the figure cloaked in shadow. They were like shards of a nightmare puzzle, missing pieces, lying more disorganised than usual.
But one thing was sure, the curse was not some joke. It was alive and it had its sights on us.
“Do you think we’re safe now?” The silence was broken by Jameson’s voice.
I looked at him, his profile sharp against the faint moonlight.
