132: Culprit found

Elaine’s POV

Waking up in the middle of the night felt like being jolted from a deep, peaceful slumber by an unseen force. My eyes snapped open, and a strange urgency coursed through my veins, compelling me to get up. It wasn’t a gradual awakening; it was immediate and commanding.

As if possessed, I found myself rising from the bed without a conscious thought, my body moving on autopilot. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the window, casting eerie shadows across the room.

I glanced at Killian, his form silhouetted against the bed, breathing steadily in his sleep. A pang of longing tugged at my heart, but the urge to move was overpowering.

Quietly, I slipped out of bed and dressed in a loose shirt and pants, something easy to move in. Barefoot, I made my way to the door, pausing only to listen to the steady rhythm of Killian’s breaths.

The townhouse was silent, its occupants deep in slumber. The urge to leave was relentless, pulling me towards the door. I slipped outside,