Rebecca’s POV
The silence inside the room felt heavier than the war outside.
I sat curled against the cold stone wall with my knees pulled tightly to my chest, trying to make myself smaller somehow.
Invisible.
The mark on my shoulder still pulsed beneath my shirt in slow waves of warmth.
Every pulse reminded me of Jeremy’s voice.
“Come to me.”
And what terrified me most wasn’t the voice itself anymore.
It was the fact that part of me no longer reacted with pure fear.
A small part of me wanted answers.
Wanted understanding.
Wanted the pull to stop feeling so impossible to ignore.
I hated myself for that.
Matthew paced restlessly across the room again, his heavy boots scraping against the floor hard enough to grate on my nerves.
Ezekiel leaned silently against the opposite w
