Lost in her thoughts, Elsie sat on a wooden swing on the balcony. The swing gently creaked as Elsie swayed back and forth, the moonlight casting a soft glow on her tear-streaked face. The night was quiet, with only the distant sounds of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the wind.
She wished she could erase this day from her life. Unfortunately, even her identity as a supernatural creature and being on the higher level of the hierarchy didn't allow her that privilege. Elsie sensed someone trying to knock on the barriers she had put around her mind. Someone was trying to reach her through the mindlink. But she wasn't in the mood to speak with anyone, not even Lester. She didn't know what she wanted at that moment, but it was definitely not having a conversation about what happened in 'the great manor'.
