Chapter 33
Chapter thirty-three
Everly
Imove swiftly through the secret tunnels in the walls, my fingers gliding along the rough, cool stone.
It's almost soothing, the way the chill seeps through my fingertips and into my bones, keeping me centered, keeping me aware.
Since my Renascitur, my senses are sharper than I ever imagined—sound, scent, sight.
The darkness of these tunnels no longer holds the same danger it once did. Now, shadows are mere wisps that my gaze pierces with ease. And the scents—they layer over one another, a blend of old moss, earth, and stone.
As I near the end of the tunnel, the faint aroma of the garden reaches me, growing stronger with every step. The familiar fragrance of wild lavender, night lily, and roses, the dewy scent of untouched grass, it all calls to me.
A deep sigh escapes my lips; my body knows what I need even before my mind does.