Chapter 162

Elodie’s POV

The walk back from the art store was colder than I expected.

Evening wind filtered through the tall pines lining the road, carrying the mixed scents of soil, woodsmoke, and distant wolves settling into their routines. I liked walking this stretch normally because it was quiet, predictable, the kind of path where nothing happened.

But today, Kiernan was beside me.

Which meant that no