Kafziel took another step closer to the road.
Aniela noticed it immediately—the subtle shift of his weight, the way his shoes scraped against the asphalt instead of gravel. The night hummed with motion now, cars rushing past in streaks of white and red light. The air smelled of exhaust and cold metal.
“It’s… gone,” Kafziel blurted out suddenly, his voice cracking. He leaned forward slightly, eyes scanning the space where the light had been only moments ago. “It was right there. I swear it was.”
Aniela’s heart skipped. Gone? What do you mean gone? She followed his gaze, eyes darting to the empty stretch of road. Nothing. Just headlights and darkness and motion.
“Come on,” she said quickly, forcing calm into her voice. “Let’s go inside. It must be nothing.”
But even as she said it, her
