Page 61 of Marked By His Hunger
But no one did.
Instead—
The storm outside shifted.
I felt it before I really heard it.
A low roll of thunder—not distant, not random—but close.
Too close.
Too deliberate.
It crawled along my spine, settling somewhere deep in my chest, right where the words had landed seconds before.
I stiffened.
That… felt weird.
Like it wasn’t just weather.
Like it was?—
Answering.
My breath caught.
Don’t be dramatic.
Except I couldn’t shake it.
The timing.
The way the air suddenly felt thicker, heavier—like something had leaned in.
Watching.
Waiting.
My gaze flicked toward the tavern windows, but all I could see was darkness and rain, streaking hard against the glass.
Still—
Something felt off.
Not like the ghosts I used to see.
Not the quiet, lingering presence of something unfinished.
This was different.
Bigger.
Heavier.
And—
My stomach twisted.
