Zylia’s POV
The sound of the tent flap shifting made my heart stop.
The air around me thickened, my breath catching in my throat.
For a moment, I couldn’t move. My hands trembled where they gripped the blanket.
Raven had gone to check what it was a few seconds ago and she wasn’t back yet.
Then the flap lifted, and Mason’s face appeared in the faint moonlight.
I let out a sharp breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
He froze too, as if unsure what he’d just walked into.
“Zylia?” His voice was low, careful. “It’s just me.”
My heart was still pounding, my skin prickling from leftover fear.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.
He hesitated before stepping in. “You weren’t asleep. I saw your light through the tent. And I also heard whispering. What’s
