Chapter 43
Justina
The cold night air felt like it was suffocating me. The moment Nathan's arms steadied me, I could barely catch my breath. My lungs burned, my hands shook, and the words "He is watching" kept repeating in my mind, like a chant that wouldn't stop. It was as though the air itself had become heavier, charged with something I couldn't quite name. My body trembled, burning from the inside, as if something was trying to claw its way out.
"Nathan," I gasped, barely able to form the words. "Something's wrong… I—"
"Easy, Justina," Nathan said, his voice soft but urgent as he helped me back inside the packhouse. His presence was grounding, but the unease gnawing at me didn't fade. I could feel him watching me carefully, his fingers gently but firmly holding my arm as though afraid I might collapse.
"Just breathe," he said, steadying me against the stone wall.
