CHAPTER 28: SHADOWS IN THE SILK
Noah had never felt more uncertain.
It was a gnawing unease that burrowed under his skin like thorns beneath flesh—small at first, almost dismissible, but growing with every passing hour. The kind of restlessness that no war, no howl, no woman could ever soothe. The kind that whispered truths beneath a bed of lies.
Catleya was gone. Dead. Cremated. Turned to ash.
And yet, something clawed at the walls of his chest.
A scent. A flicker. A memory that wouldn’t sit still.
He ran a hand over his face, exhaustion heavy on his shoulders. Outside, the moon cast silver threads upon the windows of the Lockhart estate, serene and mocking all at once. Cassidy had cried when the body was burned—threw herself into his arms, trembling, weeping like the innocent she h
