Mist's POV
The waterfall's roar crashes through the layers of lush greenery, catching my attention the moment I step onto the riverbank. The stones beneath my feet are slick with river mist, and the air is thick with the earthy scent of damp moss and soil.
Everything is eerily reminiscent of that frigid morning when I was found by the riverside.
All of a sudden, fear coils around me like cold, slithery vines, tightening its grip on my throat. I halt suddenly, my face draining of color as a shiver runs unbidden through my body.
It's as though the icy river floods my senses once more, vertigo and jagged pain screaming from the recesses of my mind.
The moment of my fall, that blinding darkness.
"Mist?" Charles's warm, steady voice cuts through my panic, his strong hand enveloping my col
