(Mira)
He took another step toward me and I kept my arms wrapped around myself, shaking, eyes fixed on the hole in the ground.
Because that was what it was.
A grave.
The shape of it was clear now. Long enough. Deep enough. Cut with care. He had not found this place by chance. He had made it ready before he ever came for me.
Something cold moved through me.
The dreams.
Dark dirt. Tyler above me. His face getting smaller while earth closed over everything. Waking up gasping beside Ridge and never knowing why it stayed with me.
Now I knew.
Some part of me had understood before the rest of me could.
He meant to put me in the ground.
Tyler kept talking like we were standing in a kitchen instead of in the woods beside my grave.
“I never stopped looking for you,” he said. “I tried eve
