Chapter 96 The Ghost Of Laura Roman
- The growl came again—closer now, deeper, vibrating through my bones like a warning from the mountain itself.
- Matteo’s hand didn’t waver on his weapon, and I felt the heat of his focus beside me. But it was him—him—who stepped instinctively in front of me like I was some fragile thing. I hated that. And yet, I didn’t push him away. Not yet.
- Then it happened.