Chapter Thirty Two:The Night His Heart Found Mine
She wasn’t sure which frightened her more—the darkness stalking them through the trees… or the way Cole watched her like his choice had already been made, carved deep into the marrow of who he was. The night pulsed around them, charged in a way that made the air feel fragile, as though one wrong step would shatter something important. Everything was too still—too aware. Even the forest seemed to hold its breath. Maybe it was the muted rustle of leaves. Maybe it was the stars crowding the sky, bright and restless, as if waiting. Or maybe… it was Cole. He walked close beside her, slow and measured, but the quiet wasn’t the usual protective silence he used when danger lingered. It wasn’t hesitation or worry. No—this quiet felt purposeful. He kept looking at her, and each glance held so
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