Sierra’s POV
Later that evening, Jayden and I stood on the terrace, looking out over the darkened lake. The others had gone inside, but we stayed, wrapped in the quiet hum of nature. The air was cooler here, tinged with the crisp scent of autumn.
Jayden’s arm was draped over my shoulders, his warmth seeping into me. “You’ve been quiet,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple. “What’s on your mind?”
I hesitated before answering. “Do you feel it?”
He didn’t ask what I meant. He just nodded. “Yeah.”
That was the thing about Jayden—he always understood. Even when I couldn’t put my feelings into words, he just knew.
“There’s something about this place,” I admitted. “Like I’m supposed to remember something, but I can’t.”
Jayden was silent for a moment before he tightened his gri
