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168: CAN I SPEAK WITH YOU?

Author: Glittering gold
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-24 23:56:17
ELARA’S POV

The rest of Rob’s conversation fades into the background as a strange unease creeps up my spine.

“Elara?” His voice tugs me back to the present.

“Are you okay?” he asks again, eyes narrowing as he studies me. “You’ve been staring out there a lot.”

I blink and take a quick sip of my drink, masking the sudden chill running down my arms.

“Well…” I hesitate. Should I say it out loud? Would I sound crazy?

"well..." he repreats leaning closer.

Maybe I should ask...

“Okay, this might sound weird, but… I think someone’s watching us.”

His gaze follows my discreet point toward the glass wall of the café. The street is a little quiet, as the warm orange glow of the evening lights is in the distance.

Rob frowns. “Where?”

“I don’t know exactly. But it’s from that angle,” I say, motioning to it. “It’s like… I can feel it. And it’s making me really uncomfortable.”

He’s quiet for a beat.

Then, “I think I feel it too.”

Relief washes over me.

See? I’m not imagin
Glittering gold

hello loves, I know I haven't been very consistent with the updates lately,i had some personal issues I was working on, but I'll try my best to do more than one chapter now.

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