The night is unnaturally still, the kind of silence that makes the skin prickle with unease. The Wyndham estate had long since gone quiet, with only the faint glow of torches and the soft hum of spirits drifting through the grounds to break the darkness.
Vivianne is already curled against Roxanne's chest, bare naked and lulled into a light sleep by her wife's steady heartbeat and warmth. Roxanne, however, is wide awake.
Her instinct told her that something is truly wrong tonight. Her body feels restless, and her mind becomes alert. The earlier conversation about their future children had stirred something primal within her, which made her rut still simmer beneath the surface.
