Chapter 113 The Voice Beyond The Door

• Shrouded in darkness, moonlight filtered through gauzy curtains that moved with air currents no window should permit. Sandalwood mixed with iron—familiar scents twisted into something tainted, wrong in ways that made Bobby's wolf snarl with recognition of danger her conscious mind struggled to identify.
• Every candle had been snuffed except one, flickering atop a low table between two empty chairs that should have held former monarchs expecting their son's visit. The chamber looked untouched, with furniture arranged with precision that spoke of recent occupation. Yet wrongness permeated the space, an invisible threat that made breathing feel like inviting poison into vulnerable lungs.
• Gideon's hand tightened on his blade, golden eyes scanning shadows that seemed too deep for simple absence of light. "Mother? Father?"