Arabella's POV
The air in the mansion was different tonight. Tense, heavy, restless.
As if something unspoken was lingering in the air, waiting for the right moment to suffocate her.
After everything that had happened—the hunt, the mysterious woman, Gabriel carrying her back, and the way Damian had stared at her with something dark in his eyes—she couldn't sleep.
She tossed and turned in her bed for what felt like hours, her mind replaying the moment Damian and Gabriel locked eyes.
Something about it unsettled her.
With a frustrated sigh, she sat up.
Laying here wouldn't help.
Throwing on a silk robe over her nightdress, she quietly slipped out of her room.
The castle halls were eerily silent at night. The glow of the candelabras flickered against the walls, casting long, ghostly
