⊰⋅⋅•⋅⋅⋅•⋅∙∘☽MALCOLM'S P.O.V.☾∘∙•⋅⋅⋅•⋅⋅⊰
When Valeria left the next morning, a heavy sense of unease settled in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t shake the lingering worry and stress from what Sebastian had told us the night before. The words kept playing in my mind like a broken record, their weight pressing down on me until I could barely breathe.
I hadn’t slept much, if at all. How could I? The room was too quiet, yet my thoughts were deafening. The soft rise and fall of Sebastian’s chest against mine was the only thing anchoring me, but even that comfort was fragile. I had stayed up most of the night holding him, my mind racing in circles, trying to make sense of what he’d said.
"She has something in her that collects darkness."
The phrase replayed over and over, a cryptic riddle I
