Chapter 475: The Sleeping Banshee
EMILIA
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"Are they okay?" I asked, breaking the silence between us. It had been days since Emma set out to find Dace. I had no doubt she had found him, but the real question kept bugging me; Were they both alright?
"I hope so," Grayson replied softly, his fingers trailing light touches along my bare back. I drew circles on his chest in return.
"I love this," I whispered, a faint smile playing on my lips as I glanced at Grayson. "You here. It makes its easier."
Grayson’s eyes met mine mirroring the emotions. "Yes, it does," he murmured as he reached for my hand.
With a sigh, I snuggled closer to him. Despite everything, having Grayson by my side made them more bearable. In this bubble we shared, the tension of the outside world was silenced.
"They’ve been through so much," I said. "I just hope Dace can overcome his guilt. It nearly consumed him to the point of..." I paused, recalling the distressing sight of blood and shattered glass. "...to the point where he almost took his own life."
I remembered how frantic Emma had been, how desperate she was as she fought to keep Dace grounded. "She’s the only one who can truly reach him," I added. "I just hope she’s up to the task."
"She is... if anyone can handle Dace it’s Emma. They are meant for each other and what they share is unbreakable" Grayson said before sighing heavily.
The weight of it told me he was just as bothered.