Rosalind bit her lower lip as she turned her head away. The sound of the night breached her senses. There was… nothing else in there. Or at least that's what her senses were telling her.
She frowned and looked at the Duke. She was still frozen in his lap, as still as a statue.
"What—"
"Shhh…" the Duke silenced her.
Again, she looked around, her heartbeat racing. What is going on? She couldn't hear anything, yet the Duke seemed so certain that there was something else is there!
Again, she looked at him, confused. Was he— taking advantage of the situation?
But just as she was about to tell him to let her go, she heard a loud hiss.
She knew this wasn't from the Duke!
This time, when she tried to spread her senses, she felt something dark approaching them. Goosebumps skittered over her skin as she slowly felt the presence of a large creature near the tree.
She turned her head towards the direction where the creature was coming from and almost immediately, her expression changed.
