The rain had stopped.For the first time in days, the Frost estate stood beneath a pale morning sky, quiet enough that Aubrey could hear birds somewhere beyond the towering walls.It should have felt peaceful.Instead, she woke with an uneasy feeling sitting heavily in her chest.The nightmare had returned.She couldn't remember all of it—only fragments.A pair of cold gray eyes.Blood staining marble floors.Someone whispering, Run.Then the sound of a gunshot.Aubrey sat upright, breathing harder than she should have. Her hand instinctively rested against her stomach.The baby.She exhaled slowly."I'm okay," she whispered, though she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince herself or the tiny life growing inside her.A gentle knock came at her door."Miss Aubrey?" Mrs. Eleanor called softly. "Breakfast is ready.""I'm coming."She dressed quickly, but the strange feeling refused to leave.Something was wrong.She just didn't know what.The dining room was unusually quiet.Killian
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