The gates of Sylas' estate were larger than the house I had grown up in, yet, they slid open without a sound. They opened to reveal a long, winding driveway lined with towering trees and perfectly trimmed hedges.
My breath caught as I stared out of the limo in disbelief. The estate wasn’t just big, it was excessive.
Elegant fountains shimmered under golden lights, and marble statues stood at intervals on every edge. At the very end of the drive was a house that could not be described as a mansion. No, this was a palace.
It rose into the evening sky with sweeping balconies, towering windows and stone work so intricate, I knew they must have been here for centuries,
In short, the estate looked like it had been pulled straight out of an historical movie. It was only when the car rolled
