The Wrong Kind of Silence

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Elle POV Something was wrong. More wrong than the fortress. More wrong than Blake’s curse. More wrong than being bound and blind. It wasn’t a sound. Or a smell. Or a presence. It was something deeper— a pressure in my chest, a tightening behind my ribs, as if danger itself had begun breathing somewhere very close. I didn’t know where Blake was. He had left hours ago, his aura fading down the corridor like receding thunder. Jason had stood outside the door for a while… then even he drifted away. Leaving silence. And the silence changed. The fortress was never loud, but now… the air felt tight. Stretched. Pulled. Like a storm waiting beyond the stone walls. Something in me—some instinct older than memory—whispered: You are being hunted. I sat still, listening. The res

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