That was wrong. It had been hammering against the carriage roof for hours—relentless, angry, determined. Now there was nothing. No patter. No wind. No thunder. Just silence so complete it felt like the world had stopped breathing.

Pansy was the first to notice.

Too still.

Daphne’s hand found Astoria’s in the darkness. Quinn pressed herself against the carriage wall, eyes scanning shadows she couldn’t see through. Pansy stood slowly, chains clinking as she moved toward the small barred window.

Once.

Twice.

Then it stopped.

Quinn turned toward Y/N in the darkness.