Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1054

Chapter 1054: Chapter 1054

The air was thicker that morning, not with mist but with something else, something unseen, like a held breath or a half-whispered warning. Jude woke alone, the space beside him empty but still warm, the faint scent of Sophie’s skin lingering on the pillow. He blinked slowly, sat up, and let his feet dangle over the edge of the platform. The sky outside the canopy was overcast, a dull gray stretched across the horizon like someone had drawn a shroud over the sun. It wasn’t the first cloudy day, but something about this one felt... off.

He descended quietly, barefoot, and wandered toward the fire pit. Susan was already there, crouched and focused, coaxing flames from the coals with careful hands. Her hair was braided today, tight and neat, and the muscles in her arms flexed with every movement.

"You’re up early," Jude murmured, settling beside her.

She didn’t look up immediately. "Couldn’t sleep."

He watched the fire catch and grow, crackling to life. "Bad dreams?"

"No dream at all," she said softly. Then, after a beat, she added, "Thought I saw something last night."

He turned to her. "Where?"

"Just past the edge of the trees. A shape. Big. It was gone when I looked again."

Jude waited, expecting more, but she said nothing else. Just stared into the fire like it might explain things.

He didn’t press. The silence between them felt heavy but not uncomfortable. It was a silence that understood.

One by one, the others emerged. Sophie returned with a small bundle of herbs, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Stella and Grace walked back from the stream, laughing about something neither explained. Zoey and Natalie were preparing to go hunt for shellfish again, giggling as they tied their hair back and splashed water at each other playfully. Jude watched it all, the morning unfolding like any other, but the edge of his mind kept snagging on Susan’s words.

By midday, the teams had dispersed again. Jude went with Emma and Serena along the north path to see if the twisted berry trees had grown back. It had been a week since they last checked, and the fruit there was always thick and sweet when it did appear. They moved slowly, enjoying the air, letting their arms brush occasionally, their hands lingering longer each time they touched. Emma slipped her fingers into his at one point, and he let them stay there.

"I thought I saw someone last night," she said after a while, her voice casual, like it was nothing.

Jude turned to her. "Someone?"

"A person," she said. "Or something standing like one. It moved behind a tree. Tall. But it wasn’t real. I was half-asleep."

He nodded but didn’t speak. Not yet.

Serena bent down near a cluster of thick brush and found a few berries clinging to a vine. "I had a weird feeling this morning," she said offhandedly, like it wasn’t connected. "Like something had been watching us from the trees when I woke up."

Jude looked at her. "What kind of feeling?"

She shrugged. "Just... eyes. Not a sound. Not a shape. Just pressure."

They didn’t talk more after that. They filled their baskets and returned quietly.

Later, while skinning fish with Zoey and Natalie, he heard Zoey say, "You ever feel like the trees are... pretending to be trees sometimes?"

Natalie laughed, light and airy. "You’ve been sniffing too many herbs."

But Zoey didn’t laugh. She frowned and kept working, her gaze flicking once to the shadows behind the hut.

Dinner came and went, and the night pressed in like it always did, dark and full. Jude sat between Stella and Lucy by the fire. Lucy leaned her head against his shoulder, her fingers idly tracing along his thigh, a little teasing stroke she knew would make his pulse flutter. Stella was watching the woods, her eyes distant.

Jude felt warm between them, but that warmth had a shadow now. Every flicker of firelight, every rustle of leaves, felt louder than it should have been. The conversation flowed around him, Scarlet teasing Sophie, Susan trying to coax Rose into telling another one of her dream stories, Layla humming under her breath as she sharpened her blade.

But no one said anything about the strange sightings. No one dared. Jude realized then that it wasn’t just him. They were all seeing something. They were all pretending they hadn’t.

That night, he couldn’t sleep. Not even with Lucy curled naked against him, her breath hot and soft against his neck, her hand tracing over his stomach like she was drawing invisible sigils on his skin. He held her close, breathing in her scent, anchoring himself to her warmth.

"I saw it again," she whispered, barely audible. "I didn’t tell the others."

He didn’t move. "What did you see?"

She swallowed. "It had a face, but it wasn’t a face. It was like... the idea of a face. It stared right at me. And I blinked, and it was gone."

He kissed her forehead, slow and tender, and she buried herself deeper into him, trembling slightly.

When morning came, no one mentioned bad dreams. No one talked about the strange shapes or the flickering glimpses between trees. They simply got up and began their day, quieter than usual, more deliberate.

Grace and Susan went to the river. Scarlet and Stella ventured south to gather herbs. Zoey and Sophie took fishing nets. Jude stayed behind this time, working with Rose and Layla to repair one of the rain catchers. The sky was thick with clouds again, the sun barely visible behind the endless gray.

As Rose hammered in a new support beam, she froze suddenly. Her eyes went wide, fixed on something past Jude’s shoulder. He turned quickly, but saw nothing. Just the trees, the dense underbrush, the flickering of leaves in the breeze.

"What is it?" he asked.

Rose didn’t speak at first. Then she shook her head, as if clearing something away. "Nothing. Thought I saw movement."

But she didn’t look convinced. And neither was he.

That evening, Jude made an excuse to walk alone. He moved through the forest, slow and careful, every sense stretched to its limit. He didn’t see anything. Didn’t hear anything. But he felt it. Like a weight pressing down on his spine. Something old. Something watching.

When he returned, Emma caught his arm and looked into his eyes. "You saw it too, didn’t you?"

He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to. She let him go without another word.

That night, there was no laughter around the fire. No teasing, no stories. Just the crackle of flame and the occasional clink of bowls. Everyone sat close, their bodies tense even in the warmth. Jude sat with Susan on one side and Serena on the other. They didn’t touch him, not tonight. Their hands stayed folded in their laps, their gazes distant.

Later, in the dark, Natalie woke with a start. She looked around the hut, panting softly. She whispered Jude’s name, but didn’t wake him. Instead, she slipped outside, barefoot and quiet, and stood at the edge of the trees.

She saw it. Just beyond the line of shadow. Tall. Still. Waiting.

She didn’t scream. Just stared.

And then it was gone.

When she returned to bed, she curled into herself, not saying a word. She didn’t sleep again.

In the morning, everyone moved slower. Jude noticed the way Zoey’s hands trembled when she sliced fruit. The way Sophie’s eyes darted to every sound. The way Scarlet stood at the edge of the clearing, eyes locked on the forest like she was daring it to come closer.

No one asked. No one spoke.

Jude caught Layla’s eye across the clearing. She looked like she wanted to say something. But she turned away.

As he sat by the fire later, alone for the moment, Lucy came to him. She sat in his lap without a word, straddling him, her hands sliding into his hair. He kissed her, deep and slow, and held her tighter than he meant to. She didn’t pull away. Their mouths moved together like they were trying to forget, like they needed to feel something real.

When they broke apart, she whispered, "It’s not in our heads."

He didn’t ask how she knew. He didn’t want to.

Night fell again. No one offered wine. No one bathed in the river. They stayed close, eyes flicking toward the dark, the fire burning brighter than usual.

Each of them had seen it. Each of them pretended they hadn’t.

And somewhere in the trees, something waited.

Watching.

Waiting.

Something that didn’t blink. Something that didn’t breathe.

It hadn’t attacked.

Not yet.