Missing

Elira

I look at Wane, standing in front of me, his face calm and unreadable in the shadowy woods. The air is thick and heavy, the sky nearly swallowed by total darkness, only faint stars peeking through the high clouds above.

“It is nice meeting you now,” I say sharply, my voice clipped and quick, my scar burning hot beneath my sleeve, “but I truly need to leave this place right now.”

I turn to quickly walk away, but before I can, his hand wraps gently around mine, instantly ...