SECRETS OF THE GRAVESTONE KEEP
Vivienne’s POV
The corridors of Gravestone Keep were unnervingly quiet as I crept forward, each step slow and deliberate. The guards and servants were busy enough with their routines, too distracted to notice someone moving where they shouldn’t. I moved like a shadow—carefully, instinctively—my senses sharp and alert.
Even the smallest creak beneath my feet, the gentle swish of a curtain in the distance, felt loud. My breath, my heartbeat, the murmur of guards echoing faintly down the corridor all of it seemed heightened. My body reacted with a certainty that my mind didn’t quite understand.
I knew what it was now. The awareness running through me. The instinct. Something inside me had shifted. My body moved like it had done this a thousand times before,
