Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick [ Firefox OFFICIAL ]

And when his cold fingers brushed mine, the whisper grew louder. Not in my ears—in my blood. A name. A promise. A silence finally breaking.

Patch.

But at night, the fisilti came. Whispers in the dark. A voice like cold fire, saying my name like a prayer and a warning all at once. Patch. Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick

I stopped. The air turned electric. Every cell in my body screamed run , but my feet betrayed me, stepping closer. And when his cold fingers brushed mine, the