In the quiet of Rhain's chamber, Daisy's world began to spin and distort. Rhain, her mysterious husband, had disappeared without a trace. Despite the efforts of the diligent household staff, there was no sign of him anywhere on the grounds, and his loyal steed, Onyx, remained confined in its stall. Why had he vanished so abruptly, especially after such an intimate moment between them? Had she somehow displeased him?
As the day wore on, confusion twisted into worry, looping back into puzzlement. Her mind churned with unanswered questions, circling relentlessly around the unnerving revelations she had begun to uncover. The chilling portraits, the spine-tingling tales of the night creatures, Rhain's peculiarly cold skin, his atypical diet, the mysterious claw marks on her chemise, the glow of his eyes... And most haunting of all, the inexplicable event of that night when she was running from Philip, he took her to her home, to her room and he lied about it.
