Chapter 233

Go back to Elara Point of View:

I know...

Before the door opens, before the morning admits itself, before the kettle thinks of singing—I know.

The bond is a river that lives under my ribs; when it swells, the whole house leans to listen.

Tonight it rose in the dark and pressed against my lungs until breath had to make room for sorrow. Not fear. Not exactly. Something heavier that wears fear’s co