After the prayer, I lingered in the church, my mind churning with unease. I made my way through the garden, ostensibly admiring the serene beauty that seemed at odds with my inner turmoil. The gardens were meticulously manicured, with lush, dark green hedges and flowering plants that thrived in the dim light. Even here, the architecture spoke of Evernight's pervasive influence—a grand, gothic design that seemed both awe-inspiring and foreboding.
I wandered along the winding paths, deliberately meandering to delay my departure. If I left now, their suspicion would only fester, returning with renewed intensity. Instead, I decided to bait them. If they were going to scrutinize me, they would do so on my terms. Whatever lay in wait, I might as well face it head-on and get it over with.