Chapter 89 Ethan's Trail

• The walk back from the church felt longer than it actually was. Perhaps because each step carried more weight, more shadows, more questions I didn’t want to ask myself. Ivy hadn’t stopped breathing down my neck. I knew she was still out there, tracking my movements, anticipating my decisions, waiting for the exact moment to sink her teeth where it would hurt most.
• When I entered the hideout, Verona was bent over the desk, several monitors glowing, her hair tied up in a twisted bun that suggested she hadn’t moved for hours. The bluish light cast tense shadows across her face.
• She looked at me without surprise, but with a glint I couldn’t interpret.