Eloise’ POV
The shadows of the trees along the path to my house swayed in the dim light, but I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere, replaying the memory of Hyacinth’s laugh earlier that day. The warmth of her tiny hands when she reached for mine. The thought comforted me, yet a strange unease crawled up my spine.
The sound shattered the fragile peace—a deafening crash, like something solid slamming into the wall, followed by the unmistakable shatter of glass breaking. My heart stopped mid-beat. I froze, the blood in my veins turning cold.
“Hyacinth,” I whispered, terror lacing the word.
My feet moved before my mind could process it, sprinting toward the house. Damian was there. He was with her. He would protect her. Wouldn’t he?
Or… could it be… Damian needs to protect himself from
