Chapter 104
Astrid's POV
Three days.
For three days, the whispers had been my unwanted companions. They were a constant, insidious presence, a faint static at the edge of my hearing. They were clever. They only came when I was alone, when the house was quiet and my mind was at rest. They were always the same, a chorus of faint, airy voices sighing my name and begging me to come with them.
But the annoying thing was, I didn't know who they were and I didn't want to know either.
My name from their lips was like the sound of wind rustling through dead leaves. At first, I thought I was imagining it. But it grew more persistent. It was there when I was sketching in the living room, when I was reading in my office, when I was trying to fall asleep. It was a maddening, invisible torment.
