What Sleeps – Extrait 35
seen before. Andrei. Her chest tightened, the ache a slow, sharp knot. Her fingers were white, stiff, her breath a thin, sharp mist. The face didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared. Just watched. But the shadows whispered, a faint, low murmur that twisted, tangled, pressed against the cold air. And then the light went out. The darkness was thick, heavy, pressing against her skin, her breath a faint, sharp mist. “Alexei…” Her voice was too thin, too fast, a faint, desperate whisper. But there was no answer. Only the darkness. Only the shadows. Only the whisper of her own name, twisting, pressing against her thoughts. Kalina… Chapter 24: The Shadow That Won’t Leave The rain was relentless. It whispered against the cracked windows, traced silver veins against the wet stone, pressed against the mist that curled around the narrow, twisted streets. The city was a pale, shivering ghost, the mist a silver shroud that seemed to watch, that seemed to follow. Kalina walked beside Alexei, her fingers tight around his, her breath a faint, sharp mist that curled against the cold air. But her pulse was a slow, heavy drumbeat, her chest a tight, twisting knot that wouldn’t leave. Because he was still there. Not always. Not always clear. But always just beyond the mist, just beyond the pale, silver light that twisted between the rain. A shape. A shadow. A faint, dark figure that slipped between the wet stone, that pressed against the narrow alleys, that watched without watching. “Stop looking for him.” Alexei’s voice was calm, steady, but his fingers were tight, warm, his pulse a slow, steady beat against her hand. “You’re giving him a place to stand.” “I’m not.” Her voice was too thin, too fast, a faint, shivering thread. “He’s there. I know he is.” “No.” His voice was calm, sharp. “He’s only there because you see him.” “He’s following us.” Her voice was sharp, tangled. “I saw him. I saw his face.” “You saw mist.” His voice was cold now, his eyes dark, sharp. “You saw a shadow. You saw yourself.” “I’m not—” Her voice cracked, tangled, her breath a thin, sharp mist. “I’m not imagining this. I can’t be.” “You can be.” His voice was a faint, quiet hum. “Because you’re making him real.” Her fingers slipped, her breath sharp, tearing at her chest, her pulse a slow, heavy drumbeat that filled her ears. The mist twisted, curled, a pale, silver shroud that wrapped around the dark, wet buildings. But the shadow was there. Always there. Pressed against the rain. Just out of reach. “What if he’s real?” Her voice was a faint, desperate whisper. “What if he’s… what if he’s trying to reach me?” “Then let him reach you.” Alexei’s voice was a faint, sharp breath. “Stop running. Stop looking. Stop hiding.” “I’m not hiding.” Her voice was sharp now, cracking. “I’m trying to see.” “You’re trying not to see.” His eyes didn’t leave hers, dark, sharp, a faint, silver gleam beneath the pale, misted light. “You’re looking at shadows so you don’t have to see what’s right in front of you.” “I don’t know what you mean.” “Yes, you do.” His voice was calm, too calm. “You always did.” Her breath caught, the ache twisting, sharp, pressing against her chest. The rain pressed against her cheeks, the mist a pale, silver shroud that wrapped around her thoughts. But the shadow was still there. Always there. A faint, dark shape that twisted, melted, pressed against the mist. They turned another corner, the narrow, wet street twisting beneath the pale, flickering glow of the streetlamp. The rain traced silver threads against the cracked windows, the mist curling, pressing, a pale, cold breath. And then it was there. Closer now. Just beyond the pale light. A dark figure, tall, thin, a coat twisting against the wet stone. A face half-hidden in the shadow, pale, dark eyes that watched without blinking. Her breath caught, her chest
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