✦Dolly✦
For three days, nothing happened. No hunters at the wards. No strange messages burned into floors. No lower demons clawing their way through cuts in my hand. No whispers from Malachar.
Nothing.
Skaydal didn’t trust the silence at first. No one did. Patrols stayed doubled. The bunker remained open. Families slept with emergency bags near their doors, and every time someone dropped something too loudly at May’s Diner, half the room turned to look. But by the fourth morning, the town started breathing again. The children under eighteen were allowed out of the bunker first, though only once Grayson gave the order. Parents hugged them like they had been gone for months instead of one long night. Humans came up next, blinking in the morning light with blankets around their shoulders.
