DEA
I woke up choking on my own breath and drenched in sweat.
“Oh goodness…” I whispered into the air when the details of the nightmare clung to me like smoke.
I saw fragmented images, silver eyes in the dark, and woman’s laughter echoing through the corridors.
For a moment I didn’t know where I was.
Then the ceiling came into focus. I’m at Arthur’s quarters. The faint glow of moonlight slipping past heavy curtains.
But when I looked down at the floor, he was not there anymore.
Despite my neck still burning because of the mark, I stepped into the corridor barefoot.
I rub my arms as I walk, trying to shake the crawling sensation under my skin. The mansion was very silent at this hour but my sharp hearing heard many growls and howls outside into the forest.
Before I knew it, I
