NIRELLE

I had never had a longer ride from the Thamore mansion to the house. It felt like, instead of progressing, every turn on the motorway or every car we overtook set me a step backwards. By the time the huge black iron gates finally come into view, my mind and body are exhausted.

I feel like the weight of my mind can't be supported by my legs any more. My legs are giving way, and I am a bit sad to see that even though Lucien knew that I was around, he had not come down to see me. I step ...