The world outside Raelynn's window blurred into a wash of golden hues and deepening twilight. The sun had long begun its descent, painting the sky with muted streaks of amber and violet, but the beauty of it barely registered in her mind. She lay in bed, wrapped in the softest sheets money could buy, yet every inch of her body felt weighed down, as if she were sinking into the mattress rather than resting on it.
It had been days since she started feeling like this—drained, breathless, as though her body was betraying her with each passing second. And in those days, one thing had become painfully clear.
She was being watched.
It wasn't in an obvious way. No locked doors, no iron chains keeping her confined. It was far more subtle than that, but no less suffocating.
There was always someone around.
