The corridor outside the dungeon felt different once Giselle stepped into it as a free woman.
The air was warmer, cleaner, yet she couldn’t shake the feeling that the cold had followed her out, clinging to her skin like a memory that refused to fade. Every footstep echoed too loudly, each torch flickering as if it were watching her leave, judging her survival.
Enrique walked beside her. Not ahead or behind. Beside her. That alone said more than words ever could.
Giselle noticed it immediately and pretended not to.
Her shoulders were still stiff, her hands curled loosely at her sides as if ready to defend herself if the walls suddenly turned on her again. Her wolf prowled just beneath her skin, alert but calmer now, pacing instead of snarling.
You’re safe. For now, it murmured.
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