Chapter 42 Through The Veil

The silence that followed the figure’s disappearance was more deafening than the storm itself. Isla stood in the center of the now tranquil clearing, her senses on high alert, every nerve bristling with energy. The ground beneath her feet felt solid again, but the air was thick, as though it was holding its breath, waiting for something else to happen. Dominic’s grip on her shoulder tightened, his gaze fixed ahead. “We’re not alone,” he murmured, his voice low but tense.