Charli
I knew it was my imagination. Nox's home in Rye wasn't Montague Manor. There weren't shadows lurking behind locked doors. And yet after finishing dinner and retiring to the room Silvia referred to as mine, the one where Nox had brought me earlier in the day, I had the strange sensation of being surrounded by knowing spirits. They were the ghosts of occupants past.
Not literal ghosts. There weren't white floating figures swirling about the room; nevertheless, I felt a strange combination of safety and danger—a reassuring calm in the interior stillness while an alarm wailed beyond the walls.
All day I'd longed to go outside, to feel the sun on my skin. Now it seemed as if the heavens had opened, purging the sins from the air as the roar of the wind howled beyond the wooden blinds
