Elizabeth POV
“Just five more minutes,” I mumbled when I felt Izaiah staring at me, waiting for me to wake up.
His scent seemed stronger than usual; there was something different. I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent further. My eyes snapped open when I knew what he had done, what Aurora had done.
I could feel it, hear it in his mind. With Aurora, her mind was blank, only darkness. But with Izaiah I could hear whispers, different voices. Not where his thoughts were or where Ahimoth was. But deeper inside him.
“Do you hear that?” I asked him.
His eyebrows furrowed together as he shook his head.
“Don’t you hear the whispers?”
“What whispers?” he asked.
I pinched the bridge of my nose when the whispers became louder. Making it impossible to hear my own thoughts. As if I was
