Felicia caught a red-eye flight back.
The moment she pushed open the front door, she caught the heavy scent of musk in the air—a scent she knew all too well.
Her heart sank.
She hadn't planned to return so soon. But the day before, she had received a message from her neighbor, Dorothy.
Dorothy hadn't said much. She had only urged Felicia to come home as quickly as possible because something might have happened to Vera.
At first, Felicia hadn't worried too much.
Felicia: Don't worry. Alaric is home. Vera's fine.
Dorothy: What if Alaric is the problem?
Only then did Felicia realize something was wrong.
Dorothy wasn't the type to meddle in other people's affairs. She wouldn't have sent such a warning unless it truly mattered. Felicia immediately took leave from work, bought the earli
