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Author: EphraStorm
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-12-22 05:22:46

Chapter 79: Jason’s POV

There was an almost haunting stillness everywhere inside the Frostwood estate, the sort that sinks into your bones if you linger on it for too long. The only real noise was the distant, lullabying crackle of the fire deep in the central chamber, its heat failing to stave off the coldness in the air. And I just sat there, watching Lena, refusing to move, unwilling to let her hand go. Her soft, rhythmic breathing was the only thing tethering me to reality, the only thing that held my thoughts from spiraling into darker places.

We hadn’t made it back home in weeks. Weeks since that nightmare with Orin had finally come to a close — or at least, to one chapter of it. And even though Lena worked too hard to keep her chin up, to say everything was great, I saw the gaps. She wasn’t the same, not exactly. She was different in — I can’t find the words — fragility, though solid. All I knew was that she was in pain, even if she didn’t show it.

Her hand rested in mine, warm
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