Chapter 117: Whisper of the Forest Ghost
Grunt.
Sit.
The sound tore through the silence as Steve collapsed onto one of the cold rocks nestled deep within the interior of Cave.
A shaky hand rubbed across his face, dragging against the sweat-slicked skin and the crusted lines of dried blood and fatigue. On the outside, he looked composed—quiet, deliberate—but within, his thoughts were a roaring storm.
’I don’t have the notebook.’
His jaw clenched. The realization slammed through him again, harder this time.
’... I left it. Back in the damned carriage.’
He let out a harsh breath, one hand running down his face again, slower this time.
’When the carriage stopped, I wasn’t even thinking. After I saw the whole town of Mirrors had been turned to ash and broken glass.’ His eyes darkened.
’It never even crossed my mind again...’
But now...