The forest was too quiet.
Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a branch sent Elena’s heart racing. She clutched the dagger so tightly her hand ached, but she didn’t loosen her grip. Michael leaned against her, his strength returning slowly, though not fast enough.
They moved carefully through the trees, their footsteps muffled by the moss beneath them. Elena forced herself to keep going, but every step felt like she was being pulled deeper into a trap.
“He’s gone,” Michael murmured, his voice rough from exhaustion. “You saw him leave.”
Elena shook her head. “No. He never leaves.”
Her voice was a whisper, yet it carried the weight of truth. Damian had disappeared into the darkness, yes, but he wasn’t gone. He was watching. Waiting.
Michael squeezed her hand weakly. “Then we’ll be rea
