Secrets Of The Night

She came to a full stop, her gaze shifting, drawn to a patch of darkness along the edge of the estate where a small forest rested—a haven of carefully tended trees and soft earth. But her attention wasn't on the trees. It was beyond them. Hidden deeper.

There.

No words passed her lips as she stared.

Zara and Anastasia noticed but didn't question.

"I'll catch up," Alexa murmured finally, her voice soft but certain.

She turned and moved with purpose, vanishing into the night, the shadows swallowing her whole.

High on the third floor, a single window remained dimly lit, its curtains drawn just enough to leave a sliver of glass exposed.

Arabella watched from behind that thin veil of silk, her sharp eyes tracing every detail below.