Jackson’s P.O.V.
I sat in the faded armchair of the B&B, a steaming cup of coffee turning cold on the small table beside me. The late afternoon sun streamed through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow across the wooden floors. I hadn’t moved for what felt like hours. My phone was gripped in my hand, but I hadn’t called Eluna yet, just texted her. I had promised her I would stay put, that I would let her come to me when she was ready. It was all I could do to honor that promise, even as every cell in my body ached to find her.
A log cracked in the fireplace, making me flinch. The quiet of the room felt suffocating, a stark contrast to the chaos inside my head. I checked the clock on the wall. Almost two o’clock. Where was she now? My gut twisted with worry, but I forced myself to stay
