Elizabeth’s POV

The night was colder than I expected. The air bit at my skin even through the hoodie, damp with the scent of rain-soaked earth. My sneakers crunched against the gravel as I made my way to the same lonely streetlight, the same cursed spot where I’d once stood trembling, waiting for a ghost.

This time, I wasn’t just trembling. I was unraveling.

Ethan’s threat echoed in my mind. Friday. Midnight. Or else.

And Sebastian’s voice overlapped it, softer, steadier: You ...