Sebastian had always thought his house was too big. Too much space, too many rooms echoing with nothing but his own footsteps. It was impressive, sure—high ceilings, glass walls, security systems that could survive a siege—but it had never felt alive.
Until now.
He’d lived here long enough to know the difference. The way silence thickened after dark, how shadows stretched along the walls and made even familiar rooms feel watchful. His duplex had always been secure. Tonight, it felt volatile. Like one wrong word could crack the foundation straight down the middle.
Night changed the house.
Ravyn sat on the couch, curled in on herself underneath a blanket that looked too big for her. Her knees were drawn up, her bare feet sticking out a little below the hem. She was trying to look relaxed
