Nadia
It was the witching hour when I woke.
I knew it by the position of the moon in the sky, slipping through the window and bathing the bed in its pale glow.
When I reached out across the sheets, I didn’t find him beside me.
"Viktor?"
I got no answer.
I sat up slowly on the soft mattress. Even before my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, I already knew he wasn’t there.
I dressed quickly and grabbed my things. I wrapped myself in my crochet robe, put on my gloves, then went downstairs.
The corridors were empty and silent, the mansion drowned in darkness. The chandelier candles above my head were unlit. No sound of footsteps, voices, or the creaking of wood floors. Nothing that indicated there was anyone there besides me.
Evelyn, Dimitri, and Niko were probably at Hell’s Mo
