The darkness swallowed her whole as she stepped inside, and she remained pressed against the wall for a while... waiting.
Waiting for any sign that would indicate Cain's presence.
Nothing happened.
No amused voice.
No presence pressing down on her lungs.
No sudden grip around her wrist.
Only silence.
Her shoulders loosened a fraction with short relief, though her instincts remained razor-sharp.
Cain's room was vast. The biggest in the entire castle. Cold stone walls. It has high ceilings, a massive bed that sat untouched at the far end, and sheets perfectly smooth, even though it looked like no one ever truly slept there.
That alone unsettled her.
Cain's scent lingered faintly, but not strongly enough to suggest he was here now. If anything, it felt old, like a shadow that never quite left, even when its owner did.
Theo exhaled slowly and moved forward.
