Clarabelle's POV
Through my drapes, the dim morning light created light stripes on the wall. However, my attitude didn't align with the scene's tranquility. I couldn't sleep last night, so I was thinking about Jason, Gray, and Ryan's cryptic warnings incessantly. My head felt like it could explode due to all that echoing.
I required more information. I badly needed it. As the Christians would say, my people perish for lack of knowledge. Knowledge too was mightier than the sword… or something like that. I am not the best at idiomatic expressions. And I'm not ashamed to admit my weaknesses.
I dragged myself out of bed, stretched languidly, and looked about. My eyes landed on the antique dresser, a holdover from the home's former occupants, nestled in the corner. Even though I had never g
