Chapter 65

Elodie

The night felt heavier than usual.

Not because of the cold. Not because of the silence.

But because something was wrong.

I stood by the narrow window in my room, staring out at the dark stretch of trees that marked the border between the school grounds and the forest. The moon hung low in the sky, pale and watchful, like it knew secrets it refused to share.

Lysa was restless inside me.

They are close, she whispered.

“I know,” I murmured.

My chest felt tight, like ...