Once inside the room the man had shown them, Kiara and Gabrielle couldn’t shake the uneasy familiarity, it looked too much like the rooms back at the mansion. The beds were neat, the walls bare, and the air carried that same faint, suffocating stillness. Praying they weren’t about to walk into the same fate again, they tried to shove the thought away.
A knock came at the door. A young woman stepped inside carrying a tray of food and a small bundle of clothes. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, never meeting theirs, her movements stiff, mechanical… almost rehearsed. She set the tray down, placed the bundle on the bed, and left without a word.
Gabrielle frowned. “She was… strange.”
Kiara shrugged uneasily. “Come, let’s eat.”
The food was bland, cold, nothing that could be called a pro
