Chapter 277

• Elysia
• The Fennwick chapel had stood abandoned for decades, its stone walls half-swallowed by ivy, the kind of place no one visited unless they had a very specific reason to. I told no one where I was going. Not Kade, not Carson, not Silas. Some instinct, old and deeply ingrained, insisted this needed to happen exactly as the note demanded — alone.
• I arrived at midnight exactly, moonlight filtering thin and silver through the broken roof, and found her waiting inside, seated on what remained of an old stone altar like she'd been there for hours, patient in a way that felt achingly, impossibly familiar.