Third Person POV
Elias
The tires skidded as Elias took a sharp turn onto Kingsley Avenue, Nova Scotia’s quiet streets now haunted in his rearview mirror. The town was fast asleep, still, unaware, but he knew it wouldn’t be for long.
His hands gripped the wheel tighter, bloodless and trembling. His phone buzzed in the cupholder beside him, another encrypted message from The Others.
You were warned. She’s not just a girl anymore. She’s the key.
He hadn’t dared respond.
Scarlett, no, Clara, as he had first known her, had changed something in him. He didn’t expect to feel anything. Not for her. He was meant to shadow her, to watch and report. Nothing more. But something about the fractured brilliance in her eyes, her wounded softness, her mind that unraveled puzzles faster than the rest
