Verity's POV

I woke to the feeling of being watched.

My eyes opened slowly and at first I saw nothing but the dark ceiling above me. The fire in the hearth had died down to embers and the room was filled with shadows that stretched across the walls in strange shapes. Everything was quiet except for the faint whistle of wind outside the window.

But something was wrong.

The air felt different… somehow. Like it was pressing down on my chest and making it harder to breathe. I sat up slowly and ...