The ground beneath their feet trembled, dust falling from the ceiling as a deep, low roar tore through the night.
In the distance, a building collapsed in on itself, swallowed by darkness and debris.
Mirelle's expression twisted into a frown.
"What happened?"
Then, realization struck. Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat.
"Oh no."
Lugh glanced at her with detached curiosity, his mismatched eyes—one disturbingly human, the other an abyss of shifting colors—reflecting the dim moonlight.
Mirelle's heart pounded. She had to leave. Now. Before her mother woke up.
Without another word, she sprinted to the window, vaulting over the sill with practiced ease.
"We'll continue this later"
She called back, her voice steady despite the urgency.
Lugh watched in silence as she scaled the manor walls, her form barely a shadow against the pale stone.
