[ Autumn's chamber - Skarthheim ]
Autumn paced.
The chamber was too quiet, the air felt too thick.
Moonlight spilled through the window, painting the floor in a ghostly hue as she dragged her fingers along the sill, her gaze locked onto the distant flicker of torches in the freaks' camp.
That freak… he was out there…
She didn't know why the thought unsettled her so deeply.
With a sigh, she pulled the rocking chair closer and sank into it ,letting the rhythmic creak of wood against stone fill the silence. Her eyelids grew heavy. The exhaustion of the day pressed down on her.
Just a moment. Maybe just a breath.
She didn't realize she had drifted until she felt it on her…hands.
Warm…as if claiming…sliding over her collarbones from behind.
Broad and rough fingers traced the delicate dip of her throat before trailing lower…making it slow, deliberate.
A shiver raced down her spine.
