(Cora POV)
It was early, approximately 7:00 a.m. The sun was starting to look through the thick canopy of trees encircling the lodge. A delicate glow filled the modest room, yet it never fully alleviated the weight that weighed on my chest. The previous night, I had barely dozed, tortured by the disturbing vision of Ethan, bleeding and eating the dust at my feet. The scene repeated itself again and again to me, like a terrible dream I was unable to shake. My heart bothered from it; however, when I checked at Liam's bed, it was still empty.
For the second morning in succession.
I sat up slowly, wrapping a blanket over my shoulders to protect myself from the morning cold. Where had he gone? why hadn't he told me? My fingers locked on the edge of the blanket as fear subsided into my bones
