Rion’s POV
The study door clicked shut behind us with a sound like a coffin lid sealing. I didn’t sit. Didn’t offer William a chair either. I just stood there in the middle of the room, arms loose at my sides, watching him the way a wolf watches a rabbit that suddenly stopped running.
My mind wouldn’t shut up.
This whole thing…Sophia vanishing, the blood trail stopping dead at the sealed hall, the secret chamber no one alive should know about, that disgusting scent that wasn’t a rogue scent, the cold wind in a room with no windows…it couldn’t be a coincidence.
Nothing in my life ever was. Coincidences were for people who still believed in luck. I didn’t.
None of the scenarios in my head made sense. But one thing was crystal clear…someone was playing a game inside my own home. And I d
