The weather in Dunbrae had grown darker as evening approached. The winds whispered through the stone corridors of the Hales' estate, unsettling the torches and lanterns that lined the arched hallways.
Elowen stood by her window, arms crossed beneath her chest, eyes staring into the distant cliffs. Despite the warmth of the chamber, she felt a chill down her spine. Dorian Hale's invitation replayed in her mind over and over.
The way he'd looked at her—like a hunter assessing his prey—made her stomach twist.
A knock at the door broke her reverie.
She turned quickly. "Yes?"
The guards stepped aside, and to her surprise, Lady Louisa entered. She looked calmer than she did earlier with her children.
"Forgive the intrusion," Lady Louisa said with a smile, "but may I speak with you for a moment?"
"Of course, Lady Louisa."
"I see you're settled in."
"It's a lovely mansion, Milady." Elowen answered.
