[Elara's POV]
"Who?" I still wasn't sure what was happening.
The storm hadn't stopped for a bit, growing heavier as the rain slammed against the window as though it was trying to get inside.
The clouds were darker as the lightning struck, illuminating a little brightness.
Kieran still wasn't back yet, and the weather only grew heavier by the second.
Lying down on the ground, my hands clenched. No, it wasn't the howling of the wind from the narrow street nor the thunder that kept on echoing, leaving an impact that shook the walls themselves.
It was the voice—the same one that I kept on hearing. "I have found you." How many times have I heard those words? How many times had I run? And how many more times will I have to?
I had tried, wanting to flee after I received the letter, only to end up trapped in this town.
