Vincent/Vaelthor~
The fire cracked and hissed, each spark snapping loose and racing upward as if it carried a secret too heavy to keep. Shadows leapt across the walls, stretching tall and restless, while Nancy's words settled over us like smoke—thick, cloying, haunting. Even the silence seemed to bend beneath their weight, groaning in the corners of the room.
I caught the faintest flicker—Winter's fingers twitching against her lap. To anyone else, it would've gone unnoticed. But I knew her too well. My sister, who wove nightmares with ease, who stared down the darkest creatures of the mind without flinching, sat here unsettled… by nothing more than whispers.
I clenched my jaw and pushed it aside. Fear was a luxury we couldn't afford. What smoldered inside me wasn't fear—it was fire. Hunger. Revenge. And revenge left no room for shaking hands.
