Chapter 37: The Forgotten Room
Emma’s POV
The door slammed shut with a force that sent dust swirling into the air, making the candlelight sputter. Then—darkness.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my pulse thundering in my ears. The air around us shifted, thick with something unseen, something waiting.
Nate was beside me in an instant, his grip firm around my wrist. “Emma?”
“I’m here.” My voice was steadier than I felt.
A heavy silence stretched through the room, pressing down like the weight of the past itself.
Then, the whisper returned.
"She never left."
A chill ran down my spine. The voice was neither male nor female, neither young nor old. It was a presence, a memory bleeding into the present.
The room groaned around us, the walls breathing.
Nate cursed under his breath. “Tell me
