Asenya's face drained of color as she crept toward the center of the First floor hall—the alcove that housed the stone coffin where the Lord of the Night supposedly slumbered.
She halted a few paces from the coffin, close enough to peer inside.
The stone lid had been shifted slightly—not enough for someone to escape from within, unless the culprit aimed to mislead her.
The most chilling revelation: the coffin lay empty. Nothing but dark, frigid emptiness greeted her gaze.
A shiver rippled through Asenya's body as she stumbled backward, fingers raking through her hair. Her face contorted in disbelief.
A tempest of countless silent questions crashed against her mind...
Who could commit such an act?
The mystery didn't end there.
