No one spoke.
The words beneath Evelyn Blackwood’s portrait seemed to pulse beneath the red emergency lights.
WELCOME HOME.
Elena stared at the message.
“I don’t understand.”
The voice returned through the hidden speakers.
“You were never meant to.”
Marcus scanned the corridor for cameras.
“There.”
Tiny black lenses had emerged from the stone walls.
Every movement was being recorded.
Adrian stepped forward.
“You’ve hidden long enough.”
The man chuckled.
“And you’ve been searching for the wrong truth.”
“The fire.”
“The diary.”
“The greenhouse.”
“They were only the beginning.”
Elena looked toward Adrian.
“What is he talking about?”
Adrian’s eyes never left the camera.
“He wants us confused.”
“No.”
The older man’s voice interrupted.
“I want you prepared.”
Prepared.
