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Chapter 40: The feather and the flame

Author: ELORA
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-09 13:30:56

💌 Author’s Note – Chapter 40 💌

To my incredible readers,

✨ We made it to Chapter 40! ✨

I don’t even have the perfect words to describe how grateful I am that you’ve journeyed with me this far. From quiet forests to burning secrets, from stolen glances to soul-deep bonds—you’ve stayed. You’ve felt. You’ve believed.

Thank you for every moment you’ve spent here, for every page you turned, every gasp, every scream, every silent prayer you whispered for Lara. This story would be nothing without your eyes on it, your hearts in it. ♥️

But hold on tight, because we’re not slowing down.

More mysteries are cracking open.

The shadows are shifting.

And some truths? They’re better left buried… or are they?

Stay with me, because what comes next will burn brighter, cut deeper, and change everything.

With all
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