Chapter 31: The Unquiet Dead
Elara is pacing the porch when Damien burst through the trees, breath ragged and fists clenched. Her face is pale, her eyes wide with fear, like a hunted animal too exhausted to keep running. The sight of him emerging from the woods sends a jolt of panic through her chest. “You were gone too long,” she cries, rushing towards him. "I was going insane—I thought maybe they already got to you, or—" Damien doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pulls her into a firm embrace, burying his face in her hair. Her body trembles against him. For a moment, neither of them say anything. His silence is weightier than words. “It was her,” he finally says, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes. “The girl from the festival. She’s been watching us. Stalking us.” Elara stiffens. "What?" "She
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