The eerie presence of Lady Elara lingered long after she vanished, her mocking laughter a reminder of the constant threat hanging over New Haven. Lucy's heart pounded as she closed the window, her fingers trembling slightly as she latched it shut. George stood beside her, silent but tense, his gaze fixed on the darkened landscape beyond.
"She's getting bolder," Lucy murmured, her voice a mixture of anger and worry.
George nodded, his jaw clenched. "She's testing us. Trying to scare us. And it's working."
Lucy placed a hand on his arm, her grip firm. "We're stronger than that. She won't win, George. Not while we stand together."
He met her gaze, drawing strength from her fierce determination. Lucy's resolve was like a beacon in the dark, anchoring him amidst the growing chaos. He covered her hand with his, offering a small, reassuring squeeze.
"I know. And we'll face her… whatever it takes," he said quietly, his voice filled with conviction.
