Eve
Montegue's expression was unreadable as he walked beside me, his silence louder than most screams.
The kind that came after the breaking point.
I pitied him, but the unexpected incident had just stoked the flames of urgency to get to the bottom of whatever the hell was going on.
"Bring in Council-grade warding equipment," he barked to one of the guards. "I want my Manor scanned room by room. Floor by floor. Nothing leaves, nothing enters without my permission. No servant steps inside until I say so."
"Yes, sir."
I pulled my arms tighter around Elliot and quickened my pace. The hallway seemed to stretch endlessly before us, the Tower now feeling colder than it had ever been.
"She never stood a chance," Montegue murmured suddenly. "Lucinda. She walked in there thinking she could see her daughter, speak to her like a mother would... and that thing wrapped around her soul like smoke."
I hoped it were that simple, that this 'spell' could be broken.
