Sarah lay in bed, tossing and turning for what felt like hours. Sleep wouldn't come. Her mind kept replaying the strange dinner with Mason, the way he had looked at her when she fed him, and the odd flush that had colored his cheeks.
Something felt wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was.
Finally, she gave up trying to sleep and decided to go downstairs for some water. Maybe the cool air would help clear her head and calm her racing thoughts.
Sarah slipped out of bed and put on her robe. The mansion was quiet and dark, with only small night lights illuminating the hallways. She walked softly toward the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone.
As she reached the top of the staircase, she heard a sound that made her freeze. It was a soft thud, like something heavy hitting the wall.
Sarah's heart began to race. Was someone in the house? A burglar? Of course a burglar couldn't enter Mason's house.
