Third Person Narrative:
Night had not yet reclaimed its stillness when the knock came again.
Selena had barely settled against her pillows, her thoughts still racing of her encounter with Silas, when the sound echoed through her chamber once more. It was softer this time, but no less deliberate.
Her body tensed instantly.
For a brief and disbelieving moment, she wondered if Silas had returned. Had he reconsidered? Had suspicion taken root despite her careful performance? The thought made her pulse quicken.
She rose from the bed again, the floor cool beneath her feet, and approached the door with far more caution than before. This time she did not rely on sound alone.
She inhaled.
The scent that met her was not sharp and controlled like Silas's. It was warmer, edged with forest air and something distinctly wilder.
Edris.
Her hand tightened briefly on the handle before she opened the door.
