The morning light filtered softly through the manor windows, pale gold streaks brushing against polished stone. Nicole sat in the nursery, rocking Juliet in her arms while Vincent slept soundly beside them. Their soft breathing filled the room a gentle rhythm of life that soothed her even as her mind swirled with unease.
Jasper stood near the doorway, fastening his cloak. The dark fabric clung to his shoulders, sharp against the faint glow of daylight. His movements were calm, precise, but Nicole could see the tension hidden behind every motion. It wasn't the first time he'd gone out early. In fact, he'd been leaving the manor more often—sometimes before dawn, returning only when the moon had already climbed high.
Nicole didn't like to question him when his mood was guarded, but today the silence between them felt heavier.
"Going out again?" she asked softly, her eyes never leaving Juliet's tiny face.