Elena awoke to the faint sound of purring, her mind still foggy with sleep. The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. For a moment, it felt peaceful—safe, even. She stretched lazily, her eyes adjusting to the dim light before noticing the bag of her belongings at the foot of the bed.


    Then she felt a soft nudge against her arm. She blinked, her heart skipping as she looked down and saw Charlie nestled beside her, purring and nudging her hand with his head. Elena smiled, a sense of relief washing over her as she ran her fingers through his fur. Charlie had always been her constant, her little slice of normality, and seeing him there brought a brief moment of calm.


    But just as quickly, the memory of the previous night slithered back into her mind—the dark figure in her apartment, the fear that had gripped her, and the unsettling revelations from Theo. The warmth of the moment slipped away like a fading dream, and in its place came a cold, creeping dread.


    She pushed the blankets back and slid out of bed. There was a tray of food resting on the chair near the window—a simple meal, but enough to remind her that Theo had been taking care of her in more ways than she realized. Yet, that gesture of care only deepened her sense of confusion. She didn’t know how to feel anymore.


    Elena took a deep breath, walking to the door and stepping out into the corridor. Theo’s home was vast, larger than she had expected. The hallway stretched out before her, lined with stone floors and muted decor. The house was luxurious, but the furnishings were simple and practical as if someone had taken great care to avoid excess.


    As she walked down the corridor, Elena couldn’t shake the eerie quiet of the place. It wasn’t cold or foreboding, but there was an undeniable sense of solitude, as though the house had never truly been lived in. She turned a corner and found herself in a large room, the smell of old books and leather immediately greeting her senses.


    The walls were lined from floor to ceiling with books, their spines worn and varied, speaking of countless stories, knowledge, and histories. The large windows on the far wall let in the last of the afternoon light, casting an amber glow across the room. A desk sat in the center, its surface cluttered with papers and old volumes. A high-backed chair rested behind it.


    To the side of the room, a small bar had been set up—an area for drinks, with additional seating arranged in a way that suggested it was meant for guests but the chairs looked untouched. Elena walked slowly into the room, drawn by the quiet energy that seemed to pulse from the shelves. She ran her fingers lightly along the spines of the books, her eyes tracing the titles in languages she didn’t recognize. She simply stood there admiring the collection for a long time.


    "What do you think?"


    Elena jumped slightly, spinning around to find Theo standing in the doorway. He hadn’t made a sound when he entered. She wondered how long he had been watching her.


    Theo offered her a small, almost apologetic smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”


    Elena forced a smile in return, though her mind was still a whirl of questions. "It''s fine. I just... I didn''t hear you come in."


    "I tend to move quietly," he said, stepping further into the room. He crossed to the bar and poured himself a glass of water before leaning against the counter, watching her carefully. "You like it in here?"


    Elena glanced around, taking in the vastness of the library once more. "It''s... incredible. I didn’t expect you to have something like this."


    Theo chuckled softly. "It’s one of the few places in the house that feels like mine. I’ve collected books for years." He paused, his eyes shifting to the chair by the desk. "But I think you’ve come to realize that there’s a lot about me you didn’t expect."


    Elena nodded, her gaze lingering on the books again. The silence stretched between them, heavy. She wanted to trust him—wanted to believe that Theo had been protecting her, that there was a good reason for his secrecy—but doubt gnawed at her. There were too many unknowns. Her heart warred with her head, and she didn’t know how to reconcile the two.


    "I don’t even know where to begin," she said quietly, turning to face him fully. "You’ve helped me more than I can say, but I don’t know if I can trust anything anymore. My own memories feel... unreliable." She ran a hand through her hair, her frustration seeping through. "I want to believe you, Theo, but it’s hard when I don’t even know what’s real."


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    Theo watched her for a moment, his expression thoughtful. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers, and for a brief second, Elena felt something stir between them.


    "I understand," Theo said softly. "And you don’t have to trust everything right now. But I want you to know that I won’t hurt you. I’ve been keeping things from you, yes, but only because I’m trying to protect you. If you knew everything too soon, it would put you in more danger than you already are."


    Elena sighed, her heart aching with the weight of his words. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the quiet plea for her to trust him even as he held back.


    Her thoughts shifted to the book in her hand—her brother’s book. She had been reading through it last night partly to look for clues and partly to ease the tempest in her mind. The gravity of its significance bore down on her harder than ever before.


    Theo followed her gaze.


    “May I?”


    “Yes, of course.” Elena passed him the book, a small flutter stirring inside her as their hands briefly touched..


    Get ahold of yourself. You don''t even know if he''s human.


    Theo moved toward the bar and settled into one of the chairs, his movements smooth and deliberate. Elena followed, sitting beside him. Twilight had descended, casting the room in soft pink and purple hues that filtered through the large windows, illuminating his figure. The fading light seemed to dance on his skin, making it appear almost ethereal.


    For a moment, she simply observed him, really taking in the sight of him. His skin was as smooth and pale as marble, lips the color of blood. His dark eyes were an ocean, deep and vast that pulled you in like a riptide. There was something about them, something in the way they held you, that gave the sense that if you tread in them for too long, you would drown. It was as captivating as it was unsettling.


    She found herself thinking how impossible it seemed that she had ever mistaken him for anything other than extraordinary.


    Who are you, Theo? What are you? The question echoed in her mind for what felt like the hundredth time in the past 24 hours.


    Theo flipped through the pages, his gaze intense as he scanned the familiar symbols. His brow furrowed and he paused at a particular symbol that had been scrawled next to the word “Watchers”.


    "This symbol..." Theo murmured, tracing it with his finger. "I didn’t notice it before."


    Elena leaned closer, looking over his shoulder. The symbol depicted what looked like two daggers in front of a pair of black wings.


    "What is it?"


    "I don’t know," Theo admitted, his expression thoughtful. "It looks familiar, but I can’t place it." His voice trailed off as if he was searching his memory for an answer, but nothing seemed to come.


    Elena frowned, staring at the symbol. Her brother had drawn it deliberately—there had to be a reason. "Do you think it’s connected to the artifact?"


    "Possibly," Theo replied, leaning back in the chair. "But I’d need more information.”


    They sat in silence for a while, lost in thought. Elena could feel the tension in the air, but it wasn’t the kind that came from fear or danger—it was something subtler, something she feared giving a word to lest it be only her imagination.


    Theo closed the book gently, his gaze softening as he looked at her. "I need to look into this. There’s someone who might know more. But for now, I want you to stay here. It’s not safe for you to leave."


    Elena’s heart sank a little at the thought of him leaving, but she nodded. "You think it’s dangerous to go back to my apartment?"


    "It’s not just about your apartment," Theo said, standing up. "There are things out there—things I don’t fully understand yet. But I promise, I’ll find out."


    She looked up at him, torn between the growing feelings of trust and doubt that had been swirling inside her since the night before. "I’ll stay," she said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "But be careful."


    He gave her a slight nod, his expression unreadable, before turning toward the door. Elena watched him leave, her mind buzzing with questions and uncertainty. She didn’t know what to think anymore, but one thing was clear: she couldn’t shake the feeling that the world she once knew had changed forever.


    As the door closed behind him, the room seemed colder, emptier. Elena stared at the book, her thoughts racing. Her fingers traced the strange symbol once more before she set it aside.


    Just as she was about to stand up, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and froze, her breath catching in her throat.


    The message on the screen was from someone she hadn’t expected to hear from.


    David.


    We need to talk.