The car slowed down, then turned.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. Just another private road, another gated property owned by someone far beyond my world.
But then the gates came into view. It was tall and imposing. Made of steel but designed with intricate patterns that made them look less like security and more like something taken out of a royal estate.
As they began to open, I caught sight of the guards, five of them, stationed with quiet precision, their presence firm but disciplined.
My breath caught.
“What is this place?” I asked, unable to hide the disbelief in my voice.
Wilthon didn’t answer right away. He only glanced at me briefly, the corner of his lips lifting just slightly.
“You’ll see,” he said again.
Of course, that response again. The car moved forward, passin
