Chapter 062
Emilia's POV
The whispering of the trees continues.
Lena burned three days ago. Her screams haven't echoed in my chest for three days.
Three days.
Tonight, though, I sense the pull once more. I feel as though something is pleading with me to turn around.
Nikolas strolls next to me, occasionally putting his hand in mine. Not keeping it. Right there.
The ashes from her funeral pyre have moved forward. They must have been carried by the wind. Or something else.
I pause. "Have you heard that?"
He c***s his head. "No."
That's right.
No wind. There were no crickets to be heard. Just enough silence to choke on.
Deep in the forest, something breaks. We are both tense.
Then—
Someone emerges from the trees.
He is tall, ash-pale, and barefoot. He has a faint orange glow in
