"What a feeble body…" she muttered under her breath, irritation slipping into her voice.
It had only been an hour.
Just an hour.
And yet she already felt drained, weak, and restless.
The sky outside had begun to darken, long shadows stretching across the room as evening settled in. The mansion, usually alive with subtle movement and distant sounds, felt unnaturally quiet.
She slid off the bed carefully, steadying herself for a moment before making her way toward the door.
The corridor greeted her with silence.
No footsteps.
No voices.
No presence.
Especially not his.
Daniella paused for a brief second, her eyes scanning the empty hallway.
Then she exhaled.
Relief washed over her, unfiltered and raw.
His absence loosened something in her chest that she hadn't even realized had been tightening all day.
Without him, she could finally breathe.
