Lovers Of The Night

33: Whispers in the night

Chapter 33: Whispers in the Night

As the day gave way to the soft hues of twilight, the house was filled with an unusual tranquility. Asteria, with her youthful energy spent, was slumped on the couch, her eyelids heavy with sleep. Her soft, rhythmic breaths were the only sound breaking the silence.

Odette looked at her with a tender smile, her heart filled with a motherly affection. She turned to Tom, who was sitting across the room, engrossed in a book. "Tom," she called out softly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.

Tom looked up, his eyes meeting hers. "Could you please take Asteria to her bed?" she asked, gesturing towards the sleeping child. Tom nodded, carefully lifting Asteria in his arms and carrying her to her room.

Left alone in the living room, Odette sighed, her gaze falling on the mess that was scattered around. Toys, books, and crayons were strewn everywhere, a testament to Asteria's lively spirit. Odette began to clean up, her movements slow and methodical.

As she was putting away the last of the toys, a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her. Her head started ringing, the sound echoing in her ears. It was happening again. She closed her eyes, trying to steady herself.

Then, she heard it. A soft whisper, like a gentle breeze rustling through leaves. It was indistinct at first, but gradually, it became clearer. It was calling out to her, its voice filled with a strange allure. Odette strained to understand, her heart pounding in her chest.

The whispers continued, growing louder with each passing second. What were they trying to tell her? As fear and curiosity warred within her, Odette steeled herself, ready to face whatever was coming. And with that, she stepped into the unknown, guided by the whispers in the night

Tom gently carried Asteria through the dimly lit hallway, her small body nestled against his chest. Her soft, rhythmic breaths filled the quiet house, a testament to the peaceful slumber that had claimed her. He entered her room, the soft glow from the nightlight casting long shadows on the walls.

He carefully placed Asteria on her bed, tucking her in with her favorite blanket. A fond smile tugged at his lips as he looked at her sleeping face, so innocent and calm. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead, a silent promise to always protect her. With a final glance at his sleeping daughter, he turned off the light, leaving the room bathed in a soft, comforting darkness.

As he stepped back into the living room, a scene of chaos greeted him. The room was in disarray, toys and books scattered everywhere. In the midst of it all, he saw Odette, her face pale and her hand clutching her head.

"Odette?" he called out, concern lacing his voice. As he moved closer, he could see the strain on her face. He reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with worry.

Odette didn't respond, her gaze fixed on the mess around her. She seemed lost, her mind elsewhere. Suddenly, she let out a frustrated growl, her patience finally snapping. "I can't take this anymore!" she exclaimed, her voice echoing in the room.

Tom was taken aback by her outburst. He had never seen Odette like this before. He knew something was wrong, something more than just the mess in the room. But what could he do to help her? As he looked at Odette, his heart filled with a mixture of concern and determination. He knew he had to find a way to ease her burden, whatever it may be.

Odette tried to stand up, her gaze fixed on the mess that was strewn all over the floor. Her head was still throbbing, the whispers echoing in her ears. She reached out, her hand shaking slightly as she tried to pick up the toys.