Jude swallowed hard. "It's not just following me." His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "It's a part of me."
The man nodded. "And now, they'll never stop hunting you."
Jude closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. The weight of what he had just seen pressed against his chest, suffocating.
For the first time in his life, he wasn't just running from something.
He was running toward something far worse.
The silence between them stretched as Jude tried to make sense of what had just happened. His body still felt like it didn't fully belong to him, as though something else was moving beneath his skin, whispering in a language he didn't understand. The entity was closer now, no longer lurking at the edges of his vision but pressed against his thoughts, waiting.
