Peniel
I followed Lucian through the forest, the crunch of leaves underfoot the only sound between us. He didn’t speak, didn’t glance back, just moved like he had a purpose, a plan. My heart pounded with each step, uncertainty gnawing at me like an open wound.
Finally, he stopped. The air between us grew heavier, charged with unspoken words. Without a word, he reached into his coat and pulled out a bundle of photos. With a flick of his wrist, he tossed them at my feet. They scattered, glossy rectangles catching the faint moonlight.
I hesitated before kneeling down, my fingers brushing the edge of the first photo. My breath hitched. It wasn’t me in the image, but the figure was close enough to make my stomach twist. The person was meeting with the enemies—my enemies, the ones I had schem
