A Web of Greed

Garrick’s POV

The heavy velvet curtains in my mother’s opulent bedroom glowed a deep, suffocating crimson under the dim lighting. The thick fabric blocked out the fresh night air, trapping the scent of stale medicinal herbs and desperate sweat inside the massive stone walls. I paced the dark mahogany floorboards, my heavy boots thudding in rhythm with my racing pulse. The confrontation with Valer