Chapter 87

• Mia’s POV
• The storm raged outside, the wind howling like a beast trapped in a cage. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows against the wooden walls, making the small space feel even more suffocating. I had tried to keep myself awake, but exhaustion crept in, my body betraying me as my eyelids grew heavy.
• I barely noticed the soft touch at first. The gentle way fingers brushed against my hair, tucking a damp strand behind my ear. A warmth lingered close—too close.