Maximilian’s heart tightened. What was she doing here, hiding again, alone and frightened? He could tell from the way she curled up, shaking slightly, that something was terribly wrong. He knew she was prone to disappearing when scared, but this time, it felt different—more urgent, more desperate.
Maximilian crouched down slowly, making himself small so as not to frighten her. He softened his voice, keeping it low and gentle. “Alora?” he called softly, his tone filled with concern. “It’s me, Max.”
Alora flinched, her shoulders tensing as she pressed herself further into the corner. Her eyes were wide and filled with terror, but she didn’t move. She stayed still, as if hoping that remaining quiet would make her invisible.
Maximilian’s heart ached at the sight of her fear. “Hey, it’s okay
