Chapter 47 The Afterglow Of Ash

• The morning light didn’t care that we’d almost died. It poured through the cottage windows like nothing had changed, catching on Kaden’s bare shoulder as he slept.
• I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that thing. The Enforcer. Its empty face turning toward me like I was something it recognized.
• I reached for the water pitcher on the table. My hand barely moved before the water responded. It didn’t pour. It floated, spiraling into my glass in a perfect, silent stream.