Lana followed Sebastian through the darkened corridors of the estate, her mind racing.
Sebastian moved with purpose, shoulders tense, every step careful. He was leading her to someone—but who? And could they even trust them?
They slipped through a service passage, emerging into a rarely used wing of the estate. The air here was different—colder, quieter. It felt like stepping into a space forgotten by the rest of the world.
Sebastian stopped in front of a heavy wooden door and knocked twice.
A pause. Then, a faint sound of movement inside.
The door opened just enough to reveal a pair of sharp, wary eyes.
Lana tensed.
The man who answered wasn’t much older than her—mid-twenties, maybe—but his face was worn, etched with the weight of things he’d seen.
His gaze flicked from Sebastian
