Delilah:
The silence in the hallway was thick, almost too thick.
I still didn’t know who the maid that spoke the other day, who told Giovanni about Lysandra breaking down. I had tried to find out, but to no avail. Of course, no maid would be foolish enough to tell me. She knows that I’d have her head. No questions asked.
I’d felt it before the call came. The whisper, the rustle, the whimper. But it wasn’t just noise anymore. It was something else. Something hollow. Something broken.
“Help…”
The voice was faint. Hoarse. A ghost of itself. But I knew it.
Lysandra.
She was still here, though I didn’t know where he had her locked up. She wasn’t before, he had brought her back, but when, why… I didn’t know. I just knew. I just felt it. I heard her… and today wasn’t the first time that I
