His arms in the dark
Following the attempted security breach, the hours dragged into a long, oppressive night. Emilia tried to fall asleep, but the message kept coming back to her every time she closed her eyes. Every lock has a flaw. even the people watching over your new bride. In the quiet of the penthouse, her heart pounded too loudly. The hallways were cooler, the wind outside was sharper, and the shadows seemed denser. At last, she gave up and crept out of bed. Only a gentle golden glow from wall sconces illuminated the corridors of the dimly lit apartment. Hours ago, Margaret had retired. Downstairs were the guards. It was all too quiet. Moving toward the living room, Emilia encircled herself with her arms.She was unsure of what to anticipate—possibly reassurance. Or s
