Hannah
I stood there, frozen in Drake’s arms as the chaos around us dissolved into normalcy—or at least, something akin to it.
The warm amber lights bathed the room, revealing the haunted house for what it truly was—nothing more than an intricate set, complete with masked actors and special effects.
As I pulled away from Drake, my heart still pounding in my chest, my eyes lingered on Noah across the room, his arms wrapped protectively around Zoe’s trembling form. She was crying, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs as she clung to him.
Drake simply shrugged when I glanced at him, his expression one of mild amusement. “Shall we?” he asked, inclining his head toward Noah and Zoe.
I nodded mutely, trailing after him as we made our way over to the two of them. Noah looked
