Chapter 183 A Dangerous Invitation

Genevieve sat by the tall windows of her modest brownstone, the muted autumn light casting a tired glow across the wooden floor. Her fingers toyed absently with the rim of her untouched coffee cup, her mind swimming in the dull ache of days without Silas. The silence was heavy, pressing against her ribs until breathing felt like a conscious act. The sharp buzz of her phone cracked through the stillness. She jumped, knocking the coffee over the edge of the table. It splattered across the floor in a muddy stain she couldn’t care less about.