Damien
The first thing I noticed when I stepped into the Hollow Grounds was the silence.
Not the quiet kind.
The heavy kind—the kind that crushes your lungs and makes your instincts bristle like static under your skin. Something old lived here. Something raw and sacred. I didn’t need to be told. I could feel it in my bones.
The torches flickered with restless flames, their light struggling against the storm overhead. The clouds had swallowed the moon whole, leaving the world suspended in an eerie twilight. The wind howled like a warning.
And she was standing in the center of it all.
Scarlet.
I didn’t move. I didn’t speak after the conversation with a lady who looked very familiar to Ronan. My hands were shoved in my pockets, not because I didn’t want to reach out to her, but because
