Gunnar's POV
The moment I step out of my mother’s quarters, something feels wrong.
The corridor is too quiet and my instinct kicks in fast.
I move back immediately and press myself against the cold stone wall just as someone walks past me.
A woman.
At least, I think it’s a woman.
She is wrapped in a very dark, long robe that covers her from head to toe. The hood is pulled so low that I cannot see her face at all. Not her eyes. Not her hair. Nothing. Even her hands are hidden inside the sleeves.
My body stiffens.
She walks with purpose, slow but confident, like she knows exactly where she is going. She stops in front of my mother’s door.
My blood runs cold.
She looks left. Then right.
Then she opens the door and slips inside.
I stay frozen in place. What the hell was that?
Seb
