IVY'S POV
One moment I was still sitting in that suffocating coven, the silence pressing into my chest so heavily it felt like I had to measure every breath, and the next moment a gentle hand was on mine, controlled, but firm enough to make it clear I wasn't meant to resist.
I stiffened instinctively, my body reacting before my thoughts could catch up, trying to turn, trying to see the face beneath the cloak, but there was nothing to see.
The figure kept their head lowered, movements precise and careful, revealing nothing, offering no identity, no reassurance beyond their presence.
Still, I followed. I had to, i wasn't meant to ask questions, not now, not when everything depended on this moment. I had chosen to trust her, blindly if I had to, and that decision carried me forward even when something inside me whispered that this felt wrong.
