***Will***
It’s a little after four o’clock, and I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts looping endlessly in my mind. No matter how hard I try to ignore it, the knowledge sits at the back of my mind like a parasite—Erebus knows I’m here...and he's waiting.
He hadn't reached out since my first week at Exton, but I feel it. The time is coming. I’d be hearing from him again soon—especially after what happened in London. The test that he had put Ella through.
The connection I have to him is like a shadow stretching across my life, sullying anything that might otherwise bring me peace. At least when I’m around Ella, her energy is like pure light—blinding, consuming, capable of drowning out the ever-present that knaws at the edges of my sanity.
My thoughts shift, unbidden, to Anna
