Chapter Forty nine~ a ghost?
Tyvon’s POV**********
The midnight hour casted a dark, velvet shroud over the room, the only sound coming from outside was the crickets' relentless chirping and the distant, mournful hooting of owls. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers, and I lay there, suspended between wakefulness and sleep.
The flapping sound pierced the stillness, jarring me awake. I sat up, my heart racing, trying to pinpoint the source of the noise. The room was a dark, featureless void, the shadows cast by the moonlight outside twisting and writhing on the walls.
Could it be Sanghiel and his men had found us and are trying to break into the house?
And then, I saw it. It was the curtain, billowing in the breeze. The window was open, a mistake, and t
