Chapter 179

• Claire's POV
• I wasn’t sure what woke me at first. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet that feels wrong.
• I sat up slowly in bed, blinking into the dark. The curtains were barely drawn, and moonlight painted thin silver lines across the floor. For a moment, I stayed there listening. No sound came from the guest room. That wasn’t unusual—Margeaux had finally fallen asleep hours ago after an exhausting day—but something didn’t feel right.