Chapter 76

Eric's POV

I made my way through the darkened corridors, the satchel of herbs still clutched in my hand. The castle felt different at this hour the walls seemed closer, the shadows deeper.

Every step echoed with purpose, but my mind was a storm of questions. Why is Addison so good at what she does? Why was Casey the one taking the fall for all her deeds?

The east wing was nearly abandoned this time of night. I found the stairwell behind the old guard’s quarters, just as the cook had described.

The air grew colder as I descended, the smell of damp stone and rust filling my...