It was 10:00 PM, but Sofia couldn't sleep.
She kept tossing and turning in the bed, her mind racing with too many questions. The silence of the mansion felt heavy, almost suffocating. Every time she closed her eyes, the events of the day replayed in her head.
Elizabeth's clothes being carried away.
The desperate look in Alaric's eyes.
Jeremy's chilling warning at dinner.
Was she truly safe here… or had she simply traded one cage for another?
Unable to stay in the room any longer, she stood up and threw on a silk robe. She needed air. She needed to feel the wind on her face to remind her that she was still alive and not just a ghost in a museum.
