THIRD POV
The guest house had fallen unusually quiet as the night deepened.
Outside, the moon sat high above the isolated territory where the guest house was located, not too far from Stonevale itself. It was a strategic point, making it easier to bring Faye's body.
The light filtered faintly through the trees surrounding the building, washing parts of the room in silver.
Inside the house, the atmosphere felt tense.
Heavy.
Like the walls themselves could sense something was wrong.
Helen moved quietly between tables inside one of the rooms, preparing the final things she would need for the ritual later.
Several bowls had already been arranged carefully.
Silver tools.
Herbs.
Ancient markings drawn neatly across sections of the wooden floor.
Everything had to be precise.
Dark mag
