"You are staring at me again, Gillian. Is there something wrong with my work?" Ghea asked, her voice calm as she gathered the discarded linens from the hallway corridor.
Gillian stood in the shadows of the master bedroom doorway, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He had been watching her for several minutes, though he had intended to remain unseen. The silence of the manor felt different tonight. It was thick with a sense of impending danger, a reality he could not ignore regardless of how much he wanted to believe that the peace they had shared would last. He observed the way she moved, the way her hands trembled slightly as she stacked the heavy fabric, and the way she kept glancing toward the darkened windows. He was not watching her out of suspicion. He was watching her becau
