Jonas’s POV
It wasn’t the silence that unsettled me, but the way it returned—as if the world had held its breath during those seconds of confrontation and now released it with a forced, artificial normality, incapable of erasing what had just happened. The air moved again, the night sounds reclaimed their place, but none of that aligned with the persistent sensation settling in my chest—a certainty that didn’t depend on what was visible, but on what I had perceived beyond the obvious, on what didn’t fit into any known structure.
I remained still for a few moments after the others withdrew—not out of hesitation, but because I needed to process without interference, to reconstruct every movement, every reaction, every variation in the energy that had moved through the space when Callie act
