SERIS WALKED BAREFOOT with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She looked around the hallway, and the moonlight was filtering through the tall windows like a silver ghost trailing over the wooden floors.
The mansion was quiet. It was a deafening silence inside. And far outside the mansion was the noise of the crickets and animals.
Seris’s ear moved like she was picking up some noise, but no footsteps behind her, no slamming of doors, and no cold voice chanting incantations meant to twist her blood into knots.
Still, her heart raced as if danger was just around the corner.
And speaking of her blood, she looked into her palm, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the tall windows. It’s been a few days since she woke up and found herself in this mansion. Since she was her
