Chapter 119

• KELILAH'S POV
• The evening air was cold and damp, wrapping itself around us like a suffocating cloak. I followed Rita in silence, her steps heavy, shoulders stiff with the weight of the unknown. We reached her cottage, a small wooden structure nestled between tall pine trees. But something felt... wrong.
• Rita froze at the doorway. Her eyes narrowed, sensing the unfamiliar tension clinging to the atmosphere. The air was thick with something dark—something destined.