Severine's senses began tingling the moment night covered the once bright sky.
Despite her repeated attempts to fall asleep, she simply couldn't put her mind at ease.
The luxurious suite suddenly felt far too vast and entirely empty.
A persistent, nagging restlessness tugged at her instincts, warning her that something wasn't right.
She wanted to call Killian again.
Her fingers hovered over her phone, desperate to hear the steady cadence of his voice.
However, remembering the deep tiredness in his tone when they had spoken a few hours ago, she reluctantly decided against it.
"He will talk to me until morning if I ask," she murmured into the quiet room.
But that would mean exhausting both of them.
With a soft sigh, Severine sat up, letting the heavy down duvet pool loosely around her waist.
She scanned the dimly lit perimeter of the bedroom, her golden Awakener rings faintly flaring around her gray irises as she looked for any signs of a physical threat.
