Eryx's POV,
When the maids enter the dining room, I realize something's off.
They keep glancing over their shoulders even after stepping through the door, and I don't understand why.
Their hands tremble slightly as they grip the trays, walking stiffly as if blind to their surroundings.
They look like they might bump into something at any moment, like the air behind them carries more weight than what's in their hands.
Whatever they're looking at seems to stun them to their core.
Morgana, however, doesn't seem to notice any of it. Her eyes haven't left my face since the moment we woke up this morning.
She's been acting unusually clingy, her expressions soft and dreamy like she's trying to pull something from me that I can't give.
And I can't explain it, but it makes my skin feel tight, like I'm sitting under the wrong kind of light, being watched from the wrong angle.
