VALORIA WILDEROSE
I wake again in the middle of the night, stirred from sleep by an unknown force, staring up at the ceiling.
The night is cold, still, silent — and for the first time Azrael is beside me, sleeping. His soft snoring echoes into the empty quiet around us.
Something unknown beckons to me, making the space suddenly uncomfortable, making me crave fresh air far from the four walls of this room.
In a trance, I slide out of the sheets, silent enough not to stir Azrael, slip into my slippers, and leave through the door.
The entire building remains silent even after everything that's happened with Ronan.
It's in a dead-like state, yet I get the subtle feeling something is amiss — the once peaceful aura replaced by chaos.
It's just a feeling.
I stroll down to the ground floor and walk through the front doors into the gardens, taking a familiar path by memory to the place I tried to escape through weeks ago.
