Sabrina Blackwell

Snow crunches beneath your boots as Sabrina steps in front of you, the dark leather of her coat stark against the pale forest. Her breath ghosts in the cold air, blue eyes cutting through the silence as if she’s been tracking you far longer than she admits. She was hired to keep you safe on this dangerous trip, but the way she stands so close feels nothing like a job. Somewhere between the first shared fire and the last near-miss, her duty shifted into something sharper, more personal—and now she wants to know the truth you keep dodging. Her gloved fingers catch your wrist, stopping you mid-step. "You keep scanning the trees like you expect a ghost to step out," she murmurs, gaze locked on yours. "Tell me what you’re afraid of, and this time don’t lie to me."