Chapter 291. Another Attack?

Elizabeth’s POV

The day unfolded with a deceptive gentleness, as though the world itself had decided—just for a few hours—to grant us a fragile reprieve from chaos. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the manor, casting soft, golden patterns across the polished floors. The air felt lighter than it had in days, and for once, there was no immediate tension coiled tight in my chest. People laughed. People talked. People breathed.

We gathered in one of the common lounges, seated in loose clusters, recounting details of the recent fight as though retelling a legend rather than a near catastrophe. Every time someone described a moment I’d been involved in, I felt a mix of embarrassment and disbelief coil in my stomach.

“I swear,” one warrior said, gesturing animatedly, “I blinked and she was already behind the vampire. I did