Chapter 55 Everly
Chapter fifty-five
Everly
The crackling of the fire is soothing, a rhythmic warmth that lulls me into a fragile sense of peace.
I close my eyes and reach inward, seeking the thread nestled in my chest. It’s always there, faint but persistent, connecting me to him.
I let my focus slip away from the world around me, following the golden thread as it winds through the dark recesses of my mind.
There’s no resistance this time, no barriers to push past. The thread is a glowing beacon, guiding me forward.
“Maxon,” I whisper, my voice tentative, barely audible in the stillness.
But something feels wrong. The sensation creeps over me like a shadow, heavy and cold.
The darkness around me shifts, giving way to an open expanse. Abruptly, I’m standing on a windswept cliff, jagged rocks plunging into a roaring ocean below.