(Williams POV)
They say the wicked will have no rest, but I’m not the wicked. At least, not yet. Which is why it made no sense that I couldn’t enjoy my rest to the fullest.
I had only slept for about five hours before a soft knock tapped gently at my door.
The room I’d taken was the one always left unoccupied, exclusively reserved for me during visits like this to the family estate.
At first, I dismissed the knock as a fragment of whatever dream I was slipping out of—something distant and unreal. But then it came again, a little louder and a little bit harsh.
I got up slowly and made my way to the bathroom. The face in the mirror looked like someone who’d been chased by masquerades in his sleep. My eyes were slightly red, my jaw unshaven, and a faint trace of dried blood showed near t
