Chapter 59 The Room In The Inn

• *Roxy*
• The stone walls press in colder than usual tonight, though the fire crackles in the hearth, and the candles still burn steady and bright. I stand at the window, my eyes fixed on the treeline, willing Leo to return like he said he would. Moonlight spills across the woods, painting everything in silver, and I search the shadows, my heart tight with hope.
• He said he’d come back tonight. He promised, like it was something sacred. And part of me, against all reason, believes him.