Whispers of Centuries

"Isla, I..." Theo's voice trailed off, his brow furrowed in concern, struggling to find the right words. A series of emotions flickered across his features until he finally spoke, "I'm worried about you. That's why I'm following you."

Isla's brow mirrored his, creasing in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I saw you, Theo. Appearing before me from thin air." Isla muttered, her voice tinged with frustration. "What are you, Theo? I… I don’t think I can trust you now, not even myself." A tremor ran through her as she took a hesitant step back, shaking in disbelief, hesitating to believe the chilling truth of what she'd witnessed.

Theo hesitated again, grappling with his inner turmoil. "Isla, there are things about me... things you wouldn't believe" he began, his gaze searching hers for understanding. "I have been dwelling on this earth for centuries, but I wanted to protect you, the way I would to Elena," he explained.