Ella's POV
The silence left behind felt heavier than before.
Remo's breath echoed softly in the chamber, like he hadn't taken one since she vanished. I turned to him slowly, heart still pounding in my chest.
"That was..." I couldn't finish.
He didn't look at me right away. His eyes were fixed on the empty pedestal where the projection of Eiravelle had stood, his jaw rigid, hands clenched at his sides.
I took a step closer. "Remo?"
"She looked like you," he said quietly, voice rough. "Too much like you."
"I felt it too. Like I knew her... like I was her."
He finally turned to me, and his golden gaze locked with mine—intense, unreadable. "She said you would be hunted."
"I already am," I whispered. "Aren't we all?"
His expression darkened. "No. This is different."
He stepped forwar
