chapter 13
The path revealed itself the moment Elena stepped back into the night. Not visibly. Not something anyone else would have seen. But to her—it burned. A thin, invisible thread pulling at something deep within her chest, tightening with every second she stood still. It wasn’t a direction in the physical sense. It was a call. Low. Ancient. Patient. And it was leading her straight to him. “He’s alive,” she said suddenly. He frowned slightly. “You can’t know that.” Elena’s gaze sharpened as she tilted her head, listening to something beyond sound. “I can.” The certainty in her voice left no room for argument. “Then we move,” he said. She didn’t respond. Because she already had. — They didn’t take roads. Didn’t follow the logic of distance or direction. Elena moved like something
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