Steward had sensed something was wrong the moment the tremors rippled through the castle walls. The chandeliers had quivered faintly while the floor beneath his boots humming with a low, unnatural vibration. Without a second thought, he quickened his pace, nearly breaking into a run as he made his way toward the foyer hallway.
When he arrived, the sight before him made his blood run cold.
Evangeline was on her knees, her body slack, her head bowed as though the strength had been torn from her all at once. Standing before her was Cerdery, the same woman who he knew had always despised Evangeline's presence.
This situation was nothing but grim.
Steward did not hesitate.
