Elara's POV
The voice came again. Low, whispered but close, so close.
"Elara...."
It certainly did not belong to Jordan but I could not ignore the fact that it felt familiar. Familiar but something about it felt wrong too.
My heart began to race extremely fast, panic surged through my chest as the voice got louder. Whatever this was, it did not sound safe at all.
Without thinking, I grabbed a hoodie, slipped out of the house and rushed towards the door next to ours without getting caught by my dad.
By the time I reached Jordan's doorstep, my breath was short and my hands trembled as it reached for the doorbell, jabbing it repeatedly.
The porch light flickered on, a few seconds passed in silence and then the door eventually creaked open, revealing Jordan.
"Elara?" He stood ther
