Senna’s POV
The estate changed after dark. During the day, everything about it felt polished and controlled. Servants moved through the halls with lowered eyes, and guards stood at attention beside carved doorways.
At night, it was a completely different story. The estate was quieter, colder. The corridors dimmed and footsteps became sparse. It was eerie.
An estate this size with this many guards should have felt safer. It didn’t.
I was in my bedroom, trying to sleep, when Verity stirred. She stood on all fours, her ears pressed back, on high alert.
The warning snapped through me instantly. I opened my eyes and lay still. Every muscle tightened. My hand slid automatically toward the knife resting beside the bed.
“What?” I whispered.
“Someone’s here,” she growled.
I pushed the
