Elisabeth's POV
Two months.
The words echoed in my skull like a death knell. My lungs seized, refusing to draw breath. Each heartbeat thundered against my ribs, drowning out everything else. Two months? The concept felt impossible, like trying to hold water in my bare hands. I attempted to step forward but the earth beneath me tilted, threatening to swallow me whole.
The atmosphere crackled with bewilderment and terror, but underneath lurked something more sinister that I couldn't identify. My thoughts raced in circles, desperate to make sense of the impossible.
Jefferson remained motionless beside me, his silence deafening. The air around him vibrated with barely contained tension. When he finally spoke, his voice carried the weight of command, though something brittle lurked beneath the surface.
As if he desperately needed to comprehend what had transpired so he could regain control.
"We're returning to the estate immediately."
