Page 287 of Cursed Evermore
Chapter 57
Elariya
“On The Wings of Lies”
Fire crackled softly in the hearth, the amber light flickering across the walls of Wolfe's chambers.
As he wasn't here, I’d decided to sit by the fire and update my journal. I'd been here for a few hours now, hoping he'd return, but he hadn't.
This room had becomeourroom, really, over the last few days, though neither of us had officially said so. I'd been sleeping here every night since we got together, and Wolfe had quietly moved in my things, even making space in his wardrobe for my clothes.
There was something about being surrounded by his things that made me feel safe, especially when he was away. I needed that comfort tonight more than any other.
I'd fallen asleep earlier, but nightmares woke me. I tried to go back to sleep, but my mind wouldn't quiet. Too much had happened. Too much wasstillhappening.
Worry gnawed at me, and I couldn't calm my thoughts.
Somewhere out there in the dark, Wolfe was hunting this Soul Weaver, risking his life for answers we desperately needed. But I just wanted him here with me.
Please be safe, Wolfe, I thought, closing my eyes.Be safe andcome home to me.
I pulled my blanket tighter around my shoulders and continued writing in my journal.
I keep thinking about what Arielle told me at the library. About Father potentially being involved in this rebellion. It makes my stomach turn, but it also makes sense in the worst possible way.
When I think of my father now, I feel like I never knew him.
The images of Marcus dissolving into that black tar, of those helpless children at the camp, won’t leave my mind. How could my father be involved in such evil?
There’s so much to think about. Including my powers. I don’t understand them. What they are. And what they’re becoming.
Then there was what happened at the library
That voice and that dark, doom-filled feeling are printed in my soul.
Soon. The voice had said.
Soon.
What did it all mean?
I paused, my quill hovering over the parchment as I stared into the hearth.
Dragging in a deep breath, I decided what to write next, but a loud crash from somewhere downstairs made me jump.
Another loud smash sounded, followed by the sound of splintering wood.
I froze, my blood turning to ice.
What in the hells was that?
That wasn't the sound of someone simply dropping something.
I bolted upright and placed my journal in the desk drawer.
Another crash echoed through the manor, followed by what sounded like shouting, and my heart slammed against my ribs. Something was definitely happening downstairs.
Thinking quickly, I grabbed one of Wolfe's daggers from the dresser and rushed toward the door. My bare feet made no sound on the stone floor as I yanked it open and stepped into the hallway.
