Her Grandmother's Warning

Maeve stepped out of her grandmother’s room and didn’t head for her own. Instead, she turned down the hallway that led to the back of the Manoir. The glass doors were already unlocked, and she slipped out quietly into the garden.

The night air was cool, almost crisp. Moonlight lit the path in silver, and the soft rustling of the hedges was the only sound. She walked slowly, hands tucked into her