Chapter 10

• The darkness pressed in around me as I lay awake, staring at the ceiling of Elijah’s guest room.
• The house was eerily quiet, every creak of the wood and gust of wind outside only amplifying the suffocating stillness. I had tried to sleep, tried to push the events of the day out of my mind, but it was impossible.
• Damian’s face, twisted with fury and pain, haunted me. Elijah’s words, his touch, lingered like a shadow I couldn’t shake. I felt like I was drowning, trapped in a situation that had spun far out of my control.