Tabitha’s POV

The night was still. My chamber was quiet except for the steady crackle of the dying fire and the soft rhythm of my own breathing. The silence was wrapping me, making me think deeper as I looked at my reflection on the whole body mirror beside the one-seater couch.

The night is getting deeper and I can't sleep. I close my eyes, hum a song in my head and try to sleep. I had finally drifted into uneasy sleep when the sound of footsteps jarred me awake—hurried, uneven, heavy ...