Chapter 9 The Pull Of The Woods
- When instincts rise, truth follows.
- The night air was thick—dense with mist and wild things unsaid.
- Lucia stood barefoot at the edge of the estate, where the rose gardens met the outer path that wound through the woods. She didn’t remember walking there. One moment she had been sitting in bed, heart restless, and the next… she was here. Drawn. Compelled.