Lucien took the stairs two at a time.
I struggled to keep up.
The mansion was swallowed in darkness, lit only by the faint glow of the emergency lights along the hallway.
Another scream echoed.
This time…
It came from my bedroom.
My pulse hammered against my ribs.
Lucien reached the door first.
He pushed me behind him.
“Stay here.”
“I’m not—”
The door flew open.
The room was empty.
The curtains billowed from the open balcony doors.
The wind sent shattered glass across the floor.
A lamp lay overturned beside the bed.
“What happened?”
I whispered.
Lucien searched every corner of the room with practiced precision.
Closet.
Bathroom.
Balcony.
Nothing.
He frowned.
“No one.”
Just then, Thomas rushed upstairs carrying a flashlight.
“Mr. Kingston!”
“The power’s been resto
