After leaving the Council’s Den with the Elders’ threat still echoing behind him, Theo carried the weight of his defiance like a storm pressed against his spine. Little did he know that the consequences of that choice had already begun to ripple through the night—reaching Sofia long before either of them could understand the force binding their fates.
Sofia
Something tugged at me.
Not physically—no hand, no voice, no unmistakable sound—but a pull deep in my chest. A pressure. A whisper beneath my heartbeat. It stirred me awake long before dawn touched the sky. At first, I lay still in Theo’s manor, staring at the ceiling, trying to identify the sensation.
My breath came slowly. Even. Yet I felt as if invisible strings were anchored between my ribs, gently dragging me forward.
Come.
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