Leslie's POV:
It started as a whisper—a subtle hum beneath my skin, a vibration too faint to notice at first. I brushed it off, assuming it was the exhaustion of the past week settling in. Between the sleepless nights with the twins and the constant worry about Damien, it was easy to believe that I was simply frayed at the edges.
But it didn't stop. The hum grew louder, deeper, and more insistent. My muscles felt tense, like a bowstring pulled too tight. I tried to ignore it, hoping it would fade. After all, I had enough to deal with—Damien's growing darkness, the looming threat of Leah, and now, the twins. I didn't need one more thing on my plate. But the feeling was relentless, tugging at me, begging for attention.
Then, it happened.
