Arabella moved silently down the hallway, her bare feet barely making a sound against the cold stone floor. The dim light of the castle cast long shadows, and every creak of the wooden beams above made her heart race. She felt like a trespasser in someone else's world, and yet she couldn't shake the burning curiosity pulling her forward.
The castle seemed endless, a labyrinth of darkened corridors and grand doorways. She hadn't seen anyone-no Selene, no Damian, not even Aamon, whose constant teasing might have been welcome if only to ease the eerie silence.
Then she heard it.
Faint voices, muffled but distinct, echoed through the corridor. Her breath hitched as she strained to catch the direction. The sound drew her like a moth to a flame, her curiosity overpowering the instinct to retr
