Chapter 279: A Quiet Morning

Lorraine stayed still, her eyes tracing the dark corners of the room. Nothing stirred, no sound but the soft rustle of wind beyond the window, no shadow that moved but the faint flicker of the dying candle. Everything was as it should be. And yet her heart thudded too fast, a wild, uneven rhythm that made her breath catch.

It wasn’t the room. It wasn’t the night. It was her.