Chapter 38: Embracing the Shadows

The rain had long since ceased, but the streets of London’s underbelly still glistened with its remnants, reflecting the dim glow of gaslight lanterns. The city was alive in a way I had never known before—hidden alleys pulsing with secrets, whispered exchanges in the shadows, the quiet hum of danger beneath it all.

And I was here.

With him.

Julian had sent word—a note tucked beneath my pillow, the ink still wet as if written in haste.

Tonight. Midnight. The old glasshouse. Come alone.

The rational part of me knew I should not go. That whatever this was, whatever he was, it could only lead to ruin.

And yet, I did not hesitate.

It stood on the edge of the city, hidden away beyond the docks, a forgotten relic swallowed by ivy and time. The glass panels, cracked and fogged with age, shimmered beneath the moonlight, turning it into something almost otherworldly.