The night was quiet again, but it wasn’t peaceful. The silence inside the estate carried a weight that Damien couldn’t shake off. He stood near the wide window of his room, his eyes drifting toward the moon hanging pale and cold in the sky. The faint hum of the generators below filled the otherwise still air.
Behind him, Amara sat at the edge of the bed, her hands clasped together tightly. She had been quiet since earlier, her gaze distant, almost absent-minded. Damien turned, noticing the paleness in her face.
“Amara,” he said softly, walking closer. “You don’t look okay.”
She blinked slowly, as if waking from a trance. “Hm? Oh…” She forced a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m fine. Just… tired, maybe. I don’t know why.”
Damien frowned. “Tired? You haven’t done much to
