“What place is this?”
Moira slowed to a stop as she walked along the main road toward the towering building ahead.
Silvercrest Mansion stood solid and magnificent. It looked more like an old castle—a place where kings ruled—than somewhere ordinary people lived.
Her gaze shifted around. The people they passed stopped and bowed their heads in respect. Not to her. Every look, every gesture of submission, was directed at Aidrian.
Moira swallowed. “Why are they all—?”
“You’ll find out soon,” Aidrian replied curtly.
Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. Moira flinched, instinctively turning her head.
“Aidrian—”
“Easy,” he whispered, low, as if speaking only to her. “Just follow me.”
The touch made her steps falter slightly. Not from fear—but from a strange feeling she couldn’
