Chapter150: Edge of Trust

|| Lilac's POV || The next few days passed in a blur, each one blending into the next like watercolors on a canvas. Elara and I spent hours hunched over dusty old books, our fingers tracing faded ink as we searched for clues about the Nightshades. The library was quiet, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and the weight of unanswered questions. We found little— just fragments of their customs, rituals, and vague mentions of their power. Nothing concrete, nothing that could explain why Elias seemed so... off. “This is useless,” I muttered, slamming a book shut and leaning back in my chair. My head was pounding, my eyes strained from hours of reading. “There’s nothing here.” Elara glanced up from her own stack of books, her expression sympathetic. “We’ll find something, Lilac. We just have to keep looking.” “What if there’s nothing to find?” I asked, my voice tinged with frustration. “What if Elias is exactly what he seems—a good man who just happens to be my soulmate?” Elara sigh