The estate felt different in the days following the Moonlight Masquerade. The air was heavy charged with an energy Audrey couldn’t place. Even the staff seemed to move with a heightened sense of purpose their gazes darting toward the sky where the waxing moon grew fuller each night.
Audrey had noticed Adam becoming more withdrawn. He was quieter more restless and his usual composed demeanor had started to crack. The way his eyes lingered on her at times dark and intense made her uneasy.
It was late when she found him in the study seated in one of the high-backed chairs a glass of whiskey untouched on the table beside him. His fingers drummed against the armrest his jaw set tight.
“You’ve been avoiding me” Audrey said stepping cautiously into the room.
Adam’s gaze snapped to her
