DYLAN’S POV:
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I pace back and forth, the walls of the bunker feeling smaller with every passing minute. The dim light flickers above me, casting restless shadows that match the unease coiling in my chest. How long has it been since they left? An hour? Two? More? Time stretches thin, my patience unraveling with it.
Every few steps, my gaze flickers to the entrance, expecting—hoping—to see Ethenia walk through with news of Cassandra. But the door remains shut, the silence pressing in like a weight on my shoulders.
I exhale sharply, running a hand through my hair. Damn it. This waiting is unbearable. I should be out there, finding her myself, not locked away like some useless pawn. Ethenia insisted—stay here, it’s better that way.
But why? What does she know that I don’t? What reaso
