Tonight, I took my time, savoring the hot water and the subtle scent of lavender that Brenda had added to the bath salts.
The bath had always been my haven, a small luxury in a world that often felt like it was closing in around me. It helped calm my nerves, though a lingering tension persisted. I chalked it up to the weight of the past few days, the constant stress of navigating life within Daemon’s manor.
But as I leaned back, closing my eyes to fully relax, a faint sound caught my attention. It was subtle at first, like a whisper or the faint rustle of clothing. I sat up, ears pricked as the sound came again, barely audible but unmistakable.
I glanced over my shoulder toward the door, the fine hairs on my arms rising. There was no one there.
A part of me wanted to dismiss it, to t
