Chapter 87: The shadows grip

Chapter 87: The Shadow's Grip

The night pressed in around them, suffocating and thick with the weight of unsaid words. Jace’s wounds had healed quickly, as they always did, but the toll on his soul lingered. The shadows Ren had conjured still echoed in his mind, a gnawing presence that he couldn’t shake. Kael’s power was spreading, twisting into every corner of his thoughts.

Anita stayed close, her unwavering presence a constant comfort as they moved through the darkened house. The air around them hummed, almost alive with tension. The clock on the wall ticked in the background, a reminder of the fleeting time they had before the inevitable came crashing down upon them.

Jace glanced over at Anita, noting the determination in her eyes. She had changed in the time they’d spent together—she was no longer the same woman who had stumbled into his life, unknowingly stepping into a world of shadows and blood. She was a fighter now. And that made all the difference.