Midnight didn’t sleep.
Not that anyone expected her to after nearly tearing apart an ancient entity buried beneath a mountain.
Still, the silence inside Kael’s room felt unnaturally heavy.
The storm outside had finally weakened, leaving only rain tapping softly against the massive windows overlooking Black Hollow. The town glowed faintly below through drifting fog and pine trees.
Beautiful.
Dark.
Like something waiting to swallow her whole.
Midnight sat curled against the edge of the enormous black couch near the fireplace, staring at her hands.
They looked normal again.
Human.
No claws. No black veins. No smoke curling beneath her skin.
But she knew better now.
The monster wasn’t gone.
It was listening.
The bedroom door opened quietly.
Midnight stiffened immediately.
Kael
