The days that followed the night run were oddly peaceful, though Zoe couldn’t shake the sense of unease that had settled deep within her. It was as though the calm was merely a reprieve, a momentary break before the storm that was inevitably coming.
She tried to stay focused on her training, to push the thoughts of the goddesses’ warnings and the darkness that loomed over her to the back of her mind. But each passing day seemed to bring new reminders of the weight she carried, the prophecy, the looming battles - and the bond she was beginning to form with Dominic.
Every glance between them seemed to carry more unspoken meaning now. Every shared smile felt like an unacknowledged promise.
Zoe shook her head as she adjusted her training gear in front of the mirror, mentally trying to push
