Aunt... - Lady-sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His

Aunt Marguerite closed the glowing book. “She is curious. I see her shadow under the door.”

The room was a sanctuary of oddities. Canvases leaned against every wall—portraits of people Sonia did not recognize, landscapes of places that did not exist. In the center stood a gilded chair, and upon it sat Aunt Marguerite, but transformed. Lady-Sonia 17 10 27 Secretly Spying On His Aunt...

The man turned.

Her silver-streaked hair was unbound, cascading past her waist. She wore a gown of liquid crimson, embroidered with constellations. In her lap lay a leather-bound book, its pages glowing faintly, and her lips moved in a language that sounded like rain falling on glass. Aunt Marguerite closed the glowing book