Chapter 53: The House Won’t Let Us Go
Emma’s POV
We ran.
The second the doors burst open, cold air rushed against my skin, sharp and biting. The night stretched before us, endless and unforgiving. The gravel beneath my feet felt solid, real—but every breath I took felt wrong, like the house was still wrapped around my lungs, refusing to let me go.
But I had to go.
I had to get out.
Nate’s grip on my hand was tight, pulling me forward. “Keep running,” he ordered. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t plan to.
Everdawn was behind us now, its towering frame watching from the dark. Its windows flickered with candlelight, but no one stood inside. No servants. No ghosts.
Just the house itself.
Waiting.
Watching.
Wanting me back.
I clenched my teeth, pushing harder. The wrought-iron gates loomed ah
