Aurora’s P.O.V

I screamed.

A raw, bloodcurdling one that ripped straight from my lungs as I stumbled away from the window, my legs tangling in the hem of my nightgown. My back hit the floor with a dull thud, pain jolting up my spine, but I hardly noticed. My eyes were still fixed on the window, on the thing that had no right to be real.

A shadow. A figure.

It had no clear face, just empty sockets where eyes should’ve been, and a skeletal form wrapped in swirling ...