Semua Bab Dark Journal : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Caelith’s eyes snapped open. A splitting headache pulsed violently behind her temples, blurring her vision into a wash of sterile, shifting colors. Her first instinct was to reach out to grab Julian, to grab the entity, to fight but a sharp, stinging tug pulled at the back of her arm. She gasped, blinking rapidly until the room stabilized. She wasn’t in the suffocating living room anymore. She was lying in a large, plush bed in a minimalist, impeccably neat bedroom. Beside her stood a metal drip stand, an IV line running straight into her vein. Movement on the balcony caught her eye. Through the glass, she saw the silhouette of a man's back. For a terrifying second, her heart leaped into her throat Julian? but the posture was entirely different. Broad, rigid, and entirely unfamiliar. He was speaking quietly to someone else. The second person glanced into the room, noticed Caelith was awake, and gave a slight, respectful bow to the man before quickly departing. The man turned an

The price of sanctuary.Threemore days passed in an unbroken, suffocating blur.Caelith didn't leave the immaculate bedroom. She spent the hours watching the cold morning light shift into long amber shadows across the minimalist furniture, only for darkness to swallow the room all over again. Idris didn't come back; a maid came and went, replacing untouched or half-eaten trays of food in near silence. They didn't push her, and she didn't speak.Every time the door clicked shut, the silence that rushed back into the room felt heavy, almost loud.Grief wasn’t a sudden, violent storm; it was a slow, heavy paralysis. It was the crushing realization that the world outside this room was continuing to spin, that thirty-four people were being buried, and that Mira’s voice was something she would only ever hear in her memories. Her numbness didn't vanish, but it deepened, hardening into a fragile crust over a volatile, pitch-black abyss. In the quiet, her mind kept trying to wander back to th

He almost didn't make it either.Caelith didn't use the grand, sweeping staircase this time, nor did she dare touch the sleek glass elevator. Instead, she moved like a shadow through the secondary corridors of the first floor, keeping her steps light and her eyes open for any sign of Alistair’s imposing form. Finding a maid wasn’t difficult; the mansion ran on a silent, clockwork army of them. Catching one alone in a linen corridor, Caelith quietly asked for the location of the other survivor. The maid looked at her pale face, hesitated for a fraction of a second, and then offered a soft, sympathetic nod, directing her to a secluded wing on the ground floor.The room she found was bathed in a soft, muted light. It was spacious, but lacked the severe, intimidating minimalism of her own quarters.Elias was there, propped up against a mountain of plush pillows. The physical toll of the restaurant attack was written clearly across his face. His skin carried a sallow, translucent quality,

Some answers aren't wordsZara showed up on a Tuesday. She did not give anyone a heads up. She just appeared at the entrance of the mansion. It was like she had been there all along and people just noticed her. One of Alistair's staff asked her a few questions and then took her to see Caelith.She found Caelith in the sitting room off the second floor corridor. The one with the tall windows that looked out over the estate's eastern grounds. Caelith had discovered it three days ago and had been returning to it each morning after visiting Elias because the light came in at an angle that felt almost warm and warmth had been difficult to locate inside these walls.Zara sat across from her.They didn't say much.That was the honest version of it. They tried, in the way two people try when they are sitting inside the same grief but came to it from different angles and don't yet have the shared language for it. Zara asked how she was sleeping. Caelith sa

You sound like a strangerThe phone screen vibrated against the mattress, the dull buzz cutting through the quiet room like a serrated knife. Caelith didn't pick it up right away. She just sat on the edge of the bed, her legs aching from the midnight run, watching the light pool on the ceiling.Another banner slid down the lock screen. Another text from her mother.*Caelith, please. Your father is talking about calling the state police. Just give me a sign that you’re breathing.*She closed her eyes. The guilt wasn't a sharp pain anymore; it was a heavy weight sitting squarely on her chest, making every breath feel deliberate and hard. She couldn't keep ghosting them. If her dad actually called the state police, the Ascendant Group would just swallow the investigation whole, and who knows what kind of red flags that would raise for Alistair's security team.She swiped the screen open. Her thumb hovered over the call button. Her chest