Chapter Sixty: Unsettled Ground
Lyla POV
The garden was an enigmatic blend of serenity and unrest, much like my own thoughts. Here, the roses bloomed fiercely, their reds, pinks, and whites vibrant against the green foliage. And just like me, they stood on a battlefield—beauty surrounded by thorns. I'd been standing here for Goddess knows how long, staring at the fountain in the center, its water droplets catching sunlight like diamonds as they danced through the air.
I lifted my hand, my fingers brushing against the tender flesh at the side of my neck where Noah's mark pulsed like a second heartbeat. A wave of emotion washed over me: warmth, possessiveness, but also a sharp jab of... something. Something like disquiet or discord, lurking at the edge of my consciousness.
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