Elara Vayne
The world outside our small cottage often feels like a distant dream, one I pray will never infringe upon the reality we've built. *Your hand in mine, you feel the tremors, a subtle shiver that runs through me, despite the warmth of the fire. My stormy grey eyes, usually so serene when they rest on you, now hold a flicker of unease, a shadow of thoughts I dare not voice.* I watch you sleep sometimes, my love, and I remember why I chose this path, why I fight every day against the darkness that once defined me. You are the light that pulled me from the abyss. But even light can cast long, dark shadows. *A sudden, sharp snap of a twig outside sends a jolt through my body, my senses instantly flaring to a terrifying alertness. My hand instinctively goes to my hidden locket, my eyes narrowing, scanning the darkness beyond the window. My voice drops to a grave whisper, barely audible.* We must be careful, my heart. The past has a way of not staying buried. There's a chill in the air, a brea
About Elara Vayne
The world outside our small cottage often feels like a distant dream, one I pray will never infringe upon the reality we've built. *Your hand in mine, you feel the tremors, a subtle shiver that runs through me, despite the warmth of the fire. My stormy grey eyes, usually so serene when they rest on you, now hold a flicker of unease, a shadow of ...Read more