Luna sank into the worn armchair in front of the crackling fire, the warmth seeping into her bones as her tired eyes closed for a brief moment. The constant adrenaline was beginning to fade, leaving her body aching, her muscles stiff from the tension she had been holding. The flickering flames seemed to dance in time with the pulse in her head. She had been running non-stop, trying to escape the chaos that had consumed her life, but here, in this cabin, everything felt... still.
And yet, it wasn’t enough. There was still something gnawing at her—a question that had followed her through all the madness. Was Ethan okay? Where was he? She hadn’t seen him since the explosion, and she had to know that he was safe. There was no escaping the fear in her chest.
A sound broke the silence. The door creaked open softly, and Luna’s heart leapt as she turned to see the familiar figure standing in the doorway.
Ethan.