Dylan's POV
I’m deep in sleep, enjoying the rare peace of a quiet morning, when it starts—noise. First, it’s just a faint shuffling, but then it grows louder.
Voices, footsteps, furniture being dragged across the floor like someone’s trying to remodel the whole damn mansion. I try to ignore it, bury my head into the pillow, but it keeps getting worse.
Enough.
I snap my eyes open, chest rising and falling with each furious breath. My fists tremble beside me. Whoever is behind this better start praying, because once I find out who’s disturbing my sleep, they’ll spend the rest of their miserable life rotting in the dungeon.
I swing my legs out of bed and march to the door. I throw it open—only to freeze.
What in the ever-loving hell?
The hallway outside my room is filled with furnitu
