Sleep had never been a luxury for Aziz.
In his world, slumber was a dangerous indulgence, one that dulled the senses and left the soul vulnerable.
Tonight was no different. His eyes had barely fluttered shut before a soft, whispering voice brought him back to wakefulness.
"My Heir..."
Aziz's eyes opened slowly, his body tense as he scanned the room.
It was empty, shrouded in the dim glow of the moonlight spilling through the window.
Yet he recognized the voice immediately.
The House Keeper.
She had kept her promise. She had come for him.
With a groan, Aziz sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his mind sharpening. He could feel her presence all around him, a whisper in the air, a sensation that clung to every surface. His sharp senses caught a flicker of embarrassment in her voice as she yelped suddenly.
