The wind howled softly around them as Lucian carried Olivia upward, his grip firm, but not painful. Olivia didn't speak. Her head rested against his chest, her fingers clutched tightly to the fabric of his shirt. Her body was still shaking, not just from the cold water or the battle with the monster, but from the memory of Lucian being pulled down. She didn't understand how her body had moved so fast, how she had jumped after him without hesitation.
Lucian didn't look at her. His jaw was tight, eyes focused ahead. But she could feel the tension in his body. The way his fingers twitched slightly. The way his breathing wasn't as calm as he was pretending it to be.
As the fog thinned, the old bridge came into view. Rusted beams, half-broken railings, and patches of moss clung to the surface. Abigail stood near the edge, eyes wide with worry. Alexa was beside her, arms folded, her gaze sharp and calculating.
