GRACE POV
I felt it the moment Sarah parked the car.
A pulse.
A throb.
A strange, icy pressure blooming in my ribs like a warning.
Not fear.
Not danger exactly.
But presence.
Something was here.
Someone was here.
Waiting.
Watching.
I swallowed hard, staring at the dark mass of the mountain rising in front of us, massive, jagged, impressive.
I would have probably been in awe if not for the situation. Sgurr na Banachdich was beautiful. and it would have been a wonderful hiking place… if just…
Clouds hung low around the peak, thick and unmoving, like the whole place was holding secrets. And maybe it was.
Sarah killed the engine.
Silence swallowed everything.
“We’re here,” she said softly, pushing her curls off her forehead.
Timothy groaned. Actually groaned. “Why are mountai
