Chapter 1894 Gathering Storm Clouds

• The sun slid beneath the horizon, bleeding gold into violet as night prepared to swallow the earth whole.
• Behind Casimir Estate, where the neat vegetable beds met the drooping silhouette of the forest, the last smear of sunset bled slowly into mauve. A hush settled over the garden paths, as if night itself were drawing a single, contemplative breath.
• "Ms. Frost," Finnegan said, turning so the fading light caught the pale glint in his eyes. "Staying by my side is one thing. But shadowing me like a personal maid? That was never part of the agreement, and we both know it."