Lana walked beside Isabel down the dimly lit corridor, her senses razor-sharp despite her outward calm. Every step she took felt like a calculated move in a deadly game—one she had no choice but to play.
Dean thought he had won.
But he had only forced her hand.
She needed to understand this place, its people, its weaknesses.
And she needed to get out.
Isabel glanced at her as they descended the grand staircase. “You adapt quickly,” she remarked.
Lana gave a small, carefully controlled smile. “Survival demands it.”
Isabel chuckled. “That’s good. You’ll need that here.”
They stepped into the main hall, where the scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey lingered in the air. The mansion was eerily quiet, but Lana knew better—Dean’s world never truly slept.
She had spent months on th
