Chapter 127

Elodie’s POV

The next morning felt a bit lighter than usual.

Sunlight spilled across the kitchen, warming the wooden floor, but I could still feel the aftermath of what we had discovered last night.

The golden rays caught on the edges of the old oak table, turning the steam from my tea into tiny dancing ghosts before they vanished.

Kiernan and I moved almost silently, each of us lost in thought