Elara Wynn

The man’s footsteps faded away. Ronan left me alone.

I stared down the empty hallway outside the interrogation room. Not a single sound remained, except for the distant click of a door closing. The air was frozen, dead, silent. It felt like the entire world was holding its breath.

The night wind carried flecks of snow, rustling the curtain from the slightly opened window. The sound was like a whisper—and for the first time, I caught the scent of freedom. Strangely, I didn’t ...