The river had not forgiven them for tampering with its energy.
Its waters began moving with a restless force, churning and folding over themselves as if offended by the audacity of being challenged.
The scent of wet earth and crushed leaves lingered in the air, and Emily stood a few paces from the bank, drenched, shaken, yet trying not to show it
Arthur was not trying to hide anything
“What were you thinking?” he snapped, turning to Eleanor with a fury that surprised even himself.
“She would have died in there. You saw how she began to struggle, you saw current becoming stronger, yet you just stood there and watched”
Eleanor did not flinch
She stood tall, her hair pulled back, her expression carved from something harder than stone. The river breeze caught at the hem of her coat b
