Chapter 1513

Grace's voice drifted through the trees like a breeze wrapped in silk - soft, high, laced with sorrow and longing. It wasn't the same melody as before. This was different. A new verse. A new tone. Her song carried weight, not darkness, but gravity. It pulled at Jude's chest like a hand, invisible and warm, reaching deep into his center and tugging something loose.

He sat up slowly, the girls moving with him, their bodies still slick and warm from the moments before. Susan nestled against his shoulder, Lucy pressed a kiss to his collarbone, and Sophie's hand trailed slowly along his thigh. But their eyes weren't on him. They were turned toward the sound.

Grace was near.