MARSHALL’S POV.
I glided noiselessly through the shroud of darkness, tapping into my innate vampiric talents to conceal my presence. It was imperative that Debra, the unsuspecting occupant of this domain, remained blissfully oblivious to my nocturnal visitation. The anticipation coursed through my veins as I drew nearer to Freya's abode, yet an inexplicable disquietude settled over me like an ominous fog. There was disturbance in the air, a disconcerting aura that prickled the sensitive hairs on the nape of my neck.
Approaching Freya's apartment, I halted for a fleeting moment, my instincts heightened. The threshold beckoned me forward, but my instincts screamed caution. What secrets lay within these walls? What sinister revelation awaited my intrusion? With a blend of trepidation and in
