By the next morning, Giselle had made her decision. It came quietly, not with some dramatic vow whispered into the dark or a blade clenched in her fist, but with a calm that settled into her bones the moment she opened her eyes.
The room was still dim, pale light creeping through the curtains, dust motes floating lazily in the air. She lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the slow rhythm of her own breathing. With every ounce of strength she had left, she urged herself to get up, willed her mind to carry on with her plans.
No more distractions. No more letting her heart pull her away from why she was here.
Darkhowl was not a place she had come to fall in love, or get tangled in longing glances and stolen moments in hotel corridors. She had come here for one reason and one re
