CHLOE’s POV

I woke up, feeling a bit tired and stressed out. Memories the past day, the nurse and Gild steeping all flooding back. The mansion was calm.

Too quiet. Too still.

Like the air was holding its breath.

I walked down the hallway cautiously, palms damp, my head still throbbing from last night’s panic. Every step echoed like something was about to crack open beneath me.

At the end of the corridor, the maids were whispering, quick, tense whispers that stopped the second ...