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CHAPTER 429
~Zara's POV~
A shadow moved through the mist. I shut my eyes, chanting, 'Don't look, don't listen'.
"Kaid," another voice murmured. Softer. Feminine.
My breath hitched. Mother. I gritted my teeth. "No. No, you're not real."
"Open your eyes, my son. Come home."
Their voices wrapped around me, coaxing and pulling me. My fingers curled into fists. The fog was playing tricks. They were not real.
But gods, they sounded so real.
"You have suffered enough. You do not need to fight anymore. Just open your eyes."
I clenched my jaw. "No," I whispered. "I won't."
I believed my answer must have worked, but as soon as relief washed over me, I felt the air grow extremely cold around me, followed by the deep-seated hatred in their voices.
"Then you will die in the fog."
I felt the cold hands reach for me. And I knew—if I didn't find Zara soon, this place would be my grave.
