Chapter 29: Moving So fast?
(Charlotte's POV)
The distant sound of Alexander’s Bentley faded into the night, leaving me standing on the front porch of our cottage. His scent—pine and winter—still clung to me like a ghost, steady and strong.
The lamp above flickered faintly, casting long shadows on the uneven wooden planks. I gripped the doorknob tightly, the cold seeping into my palm. Cora stirred within me, her restless pacing disquieting.
“Charlotte,” she whispered in my mind, her tone sharp with warning. “There’s something wrong.”
I froze. The cold wind blew through the trees, and for a moment, all I could hear was the rustling of leaves. Then, faint yet unmistakable, I caught it: Gabriel’s scent. Cigarette smoke mixed with the unique musk I had once known so well.
My hands
