The night stretches on in a restless haze as I toss and turn, replaying the day's shocking events over and over. Beside me, Charles sleeps with one arm draped protectively across my waist, his deep, even breaths providing a small island of normalcy anchoring me.
I can't seem to fully shake the lingering unease instilled by Lark's unsettling behavior and forwardness. There was something almost...predatory in her piercing stare and the way she invaded my personal space so boldly. A shiver ghosts over my skin just recalling the strange, dizzying allure that seemed to exude from her very presence.
Was it all just an elaborate seduction act as part of some misguided free spirit mentality? Or did her murmurings about unlocking higher planes and embracing unseen forces hint at something more s
