The path stretched on, quieter now, but not lighter. The deeper they moved along the ridge, the more the world seemed to narrow around them. The trees thickened, the shadows grew heavier, and the sounds of the night settled into a steady rhythm that no longer felt distant. It felt close. Too close. But that wasn’t what Elizabeth was focused on. Not anymore. Her steps stayed careful, her pace controlled, but her thoughts weren’t on the terrain or the risk of another attack. They circled back again and again to the same place. To Lewis. To what he had said. To what he hadn’t taken back. She had tried, at first, to push it aside. To tell herself it was just the moment, just the pressure of everything they had gone through. That it didn’t mean as much as it sounded. But that didn’t hold. Because he hadn’t hesitated. Not once. And that made it real. Elizabeth let out a slow breath, her gaze fixed ahead as she stepped over another uneven patch of ground. Her hand lifted sligh
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