The moon hangs low in the night sky, casting eerie shadows across the porch where I stand, my heart pounding in my chest. Elijah's silhouette looms in the darkness, each step he takes making my flesh crawl.
As he draws closer, his face contorts in anger, sadness and determination. I instinctively take a step back, my eyes wide with apprehension. But just as Elijah reaches the porch, Knox emerges from the side, blocking his path.
Elijah's gaze turns into a glare as he locks it onto Knox, his jaw clenching in frustration. "Step aside. I need to talk to my wife."
Knox remains unmoved, his tone calm with an undertone of threat. "I'll only allow that if Catherine says so.”
Knox casts a glance over his shoulder at me. I hesitate, uncertainty clouding my thoughts. Before I can respond, Elijah
