By the time they arrived home, it was almost midnight.
The house was quiet, the halls dimly lit, servants long gone to their quarters.
Axel guided Evelyn to their bedroom carefully, his hand steady at her back as though she were sleepwalking.
She held his hand tightly, grateful, though strangely, she didn't feel tired at all.
Physically, yes. Her body ached. Her injuries reminded her with every step.
But her mind? It was so energized, it refused to rest.
After cleaning up and changing into her comfortable pajamas, she lay beneath the soft blankets, eyes closed, breathing slowly.
Minutes passed.
Then more.
However, nothing happened.
Her body rested, but her thoughts sprinted.
'God. Why am I feeling this strange sensation? Am I nervous? Scared? Why does it feel like something unseen is waiting for me?' She wonders.
Questions crowded her mind, one after another, relentless.
