#Chapter 147: Bad Decisions

Agnes I followed Elijah up the stairs, our fingers intertwined and our footsteps soft and quiet. The house was silent around us, save for the faint creak of the steps and the distant hum of crickets beyond the windows. But then there was my heart, pounding so hard against my ribs I thought for sure he could hear it in the silence. It rose in rhythm as he led me toward his room. As he opened the door, it struck me that I’d only been in Elijah’s room a couple of times before. Every detail sharpened into focus as we slipped inside. The room was pristine, almost too perfect, like he hardly ever slept in it at all. The air carried the scent of pine and cologne. It was cool in here, the kind of chill that brushed against my arms and made me hyper-aware of my own body. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting silver streaks across the dark bedding, and I swallowed hard as Elijah turned to me, his eyes glinting. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to