Chapter 47
- Before any of them could speak, the unnatural stillness thickened around them. The whisper was gone, but its echo clung to the air, like a scent not easily shaken. Aria’s skin prickled.
- She took a slow, cautious step forward, eyes scanning the courtyard's edges where the shadows seemed to pulse with a strange rhythm.
- “Hana,” Aria whispered without turning, “did you hear it?”