The house whispered differently now.

There was something in the air. Something that had slept but had opened its eyes.

Leya could feel it each time her bare feet touched the shining floor.

Each time her fingertips touched the banisters.

Each time her eyes met a servant's and stayed one second too long.

She was being watched.

But not all eyes were unfriendly anymore.

Some were curious.

Some were scared.

And one set… had saved her life.

No word was spoken, though. ...