Evelyn's POV
The mansion was always too quiet at night. The type of quietness Evelyn has gotten used to in the mansion. Evelyn lay in her bed staring at the ornate ceiling, her body tired and her mind restless. Sleep refused to come.
She stepped out of bed, wrapped her robe around herself, and walked down the dim hallway. Her bare feet thudded against the thick carpet, the silence broken only by the faint creak of the old staircase as she walked down.
The library was her companion, she strolled in, and felt a little bit at ease. The smell of the old books soothed her in a surprising way. “It's probably the pregnancy hormones", she said.
“You couldn’t sleep either?”
The voice startled her. She turned round, her hand flying to her chest. Damian stood in the doorway, tall and imposing
