town where the mist
memories it refused to let go of. The town itself was quiet, tucked into a forgotten corner of the world where mo
he routine. The comfor
orked. The air was damp and heavy with the scent of old earth and wet stone. Her boots clicked gently as she wa
as heavie
walks. The streetlamps buzzed and flickered ov
mplex. She usually took the long way home, just in case. But tonight...
epped
tened against the damp stone. The sound o
ard it-a whisper.
walk alone at n
r heart thudding
there-tall, motionless, almost too still. Her breath caught in her throat. She could barely make out his face, but
she asked, her vo
eemed to move with him, parting slightly ar
tively took
rvingly steady. "I just found it strange that a woman like you wo
e said, forcing strength into her
" He smiled faintly, but it
comfortable. It was charged-the kind of sile
ou?" she ask
smoothly. "B
ned. "That's not
s alley. Same time. Same coat. Same cautious glance over
ed and run. But inst
lared red for the briefest second, the
ered-not fear. Something w
trying to read his silhou
tated.
nation. Like a ghost offering his r
courage, "thanks for the... warnin
voice barely a whisper now. "It'
eath c
e blinked,
t sleep well
. She kept seeing the shimmer of his eyes in the dark, the way the fog curled arou
wasn't
s intr
ed her more t