The air was heavy with foreboding as Sienna and Lucien stood at the highest balcony of the manor, the night sky a deep, endless expanse above them. Below, the grounds of the estate stretched out in rolling darkness, the ancient hedges and crumbling statues barely visible beneath the moon’s pale glow.
Sienna leaned against the cold stone, her heart still pounding from the revelations of the previous night. The Veil, the creature, the danger that loomed over them like a stormcloud — it was all so much, yet she felt herself growing stronger with each passing moment.
Lucien stood beside her, his profile sharp in the moonlight. “There’s something you need to see,” he said finally, his voice low.
“Something I’ve kept hidden, even from you.”
She turned to him, searching his face. “What is it
