The Falconer Estate loomed against the night, its towers sharp against the sky, its windows glowing faintly like watchful eyes. Kurt’s stride was confident, hurried, his coat sweeping behind him as he crossed the marble halls. He had already confirmed something in his gut, Elise hadn’t lied. Her words had been true, and tonight, his instincts pressed harder than ever.
The corridors were silent, the kind of silence that carried weight. Portraits of Falconer ancestors lined the walls, their painted eyes following him, their legacy pressing down like chains. Kurt ignored them, his jaw tight, storm‑dark eyes fixed ahead.
He reached Stella’s office. The door gave way easily beneath his hand.
Inside, nothing.
The desk was clean, paperworks stacked neatly, pens aligned, surfaces polis
