Luka's POV
I used to run through these halls like I owned the place. Valeria and I would play for hours. Hide and seek was our favorite game. This mansion was perfect for it because there were so many rooms, so many closets, so many places to hide.
I could almost see my younger self now, maybe seven or eight years old, scrambling to find a hiding spot while Valeria counted to fifty in the entrance hall. Her voice would echo through the house. "Forty eight, forty nine, fifty! Ready or not, here I come!"
My heart would be racing as I crouched behind a curtain or squeezed myself into a closet. I'd try to stay perfectly still, barely breathing, listening for her footsteps.
But she always found me. It didn't matter where I hid. Behind the couch in the study, under the dining room table or
