Chapter 29 – The House Remembers
Nate’s Point of View
The basement door remained shut, the heavy lock secure. But it didn’t matter.
I could still feel him down there.
Watching. Waiting.
Emma stood beside me, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The firelight flickered against her pale face, her mind clearly spinning with everything that had just happened.
Callum leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable. He had been quiet since we escaped the basement, his sharp blue eyes trained on Emma like he was waiting for her to break.
But she wouldn’t.
Emma was done running.
She turned toward us. “We need to go back down there.”
Callum exhaled. “Not tonight.”
Emma’s jaw tightened. “Then when? When he finally decides to come upstairs?”
I ran a hand through my hair. “Emma—”
“No.”
