Chapter 118

• BRIGID’S POV
• I didn’t light a candle. I didn’t open the curtains. The bottle on my table gleamed faintly in the dark, catching the light from the sun outside. I stared at it like it could solve everything. My last bottle. Just a little left. Barely a night’s worth. Maybe not even that if I got greedy. I hadn’t used it yesterday, even though it was my night with Dorian. I couldn’t risk wasting it if something went wrong. I told myself he wouldn’t come. Maybe he didn’t.
• Or maybe the rumors had already started.