Chapter 252
Nima
I can't believe it.
Past lives?
I mean, I'd had a feeling for weeks, but having it spoken out loud is an entirely different thing. It feels heavier now, real enough to weigh down my chest.
I turn away from her and keep moving, lamp in hand. The soft glow trembles against the stone walls as I wander further into the secret room. My eyes catch a corner of canvas peeking out from behind an old trunk—edges of a frame hidden like contraband.
I crouch, angling the lamp. There's more back there. More than she showed me.
I reach for it—
A shadow falls over me.
When I look up, she's there. Daphne. A living wall of warmth and muscle, ears flicking nervously atop her head, tail lashing in a way that's anything but calm.
"There's nothing to see here, my little bunny," she says, voice low but tight, as she steps in front of me.
