The rain had started to fall again that night, soft at first, like a hesitant whisper brushing against the windowpanes of the estate.
Damien stood by the darkened hallway, the dim light from the sconces casting sharp lines on his face. He had been walking, unable to sleep, unable to still his thoughts. The estate felt different now that Sera was back... safer, yes, but also heavier.
Every shadow felt like it carried a question. Every silence a secret.
He turned a corner and stopped when he heard two familiar voices coming from the basement corridor. He recognized Analyn’s soft tone and another, Amara’s. His chest tightened immediately. She was still being kept in the holding cell until he decided what to do with her. He’d refused to see her, afraid that if she truly was guilty, his own
