The crash of shattering glass continued to echo through the mansion, breaking the tense silence between Derek and Annabelle. Derek’s head snapped toward the direction of the noise, his entire body stiffening. Annabelle saw his hand tighten on his cane, his sharp intake of breath telling her everything she needed to know—he thought it was something serious, something dangerous, something tied to the dreams that had been haunting him.
“Stay here,” Derek ordered firmly, his voice low but commanding.
“Derek, wait—” Annabelle tried to follow him, but he had already started moving toward the source of the sound, his long strides confident despite the supposed blindness that still amazed her in moments like this.
She hurried after him, her heart pounding for a different reason. What if his
