Matthew’s POV
She was slipping from us little by little.
I could see it in every step Rebecca took. Her feet kept drifting toward the sound of the fighting, toward that bastard Jeremy. The mark on her shoulder wasn’t just glowing anymore — it was pulling her. Every pulse made her body tense and her eyes go distant for half a second.
It made me seethe and irritated a bit from the inside out.
“Rebecca,” I snarled, squeezing her arm without harming her.
“Stick with us. Resist it.”
She nodded rapidly, her breath coming in fits.
“I am… I promise I’m doing my best.” she replied weakly.
We hurried through the shadowy halls of the manor in the mansion. Ezekiel led the way, surveying each turn with precision. Tyler stuck by Rebecca’s side, one hand on her shoulder.
And I? I followed
