As night fell, the festival took on a magical quality. Twinkling lights adorned the stalls, and
laughter filled the air. But Elara couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. When she
spotted one of the members from the society, the same woman who had threatened them
before, she felt a wave of dread wash over her.
"Stay close," she whispered to Damien, her heart pounding.
They navigated the crowd together, but the woman's eyes were fixed on them, a predatory
glint that sent chills down Elara's spine. Suddenly, the woman stepped forward, her voice
cutting through the joyful atmosphere.
"Elara Blackwood," she called, drawing attention. "You think you've escaped the past, but it's
only just begun."
Elara felt the crowd around them still, the joyous chatter fading into an uncomfortable
silence. "You're not welcome here," Damien said, stepping protectively in front of Elara.
The woman smirked, unfazed. "You have no idea what you've unleashed. The legacy of the
Blackwoods cannot be extinguished so easily. We will reclaim what is ours."
Elara straightened, drawing on her newfound strength. "You're mistaken. The curse is
broken, and we won't let you dictate our lives any longer."
The tension in the air crackled like a storm. The crowd watched, hushed, as the
confrontation unfolded.
YOU ARE READING
The Midnight Oath
RomanceThe story follows Elara Blackwood, a woman burdened by a dark secret, and Damien Voltaire, a mysterious man haunted by his own tragic past. When they meet under the strangest of circumstances, their connection ignites a forbidden passion. But beneat...
