RAVENNA'S POV
The mansion's wrought-iron gates swung inward without a sound, revealing a driveway so long and meticulously raked it looked like a display piece rather than something meant for tires. The black sedan rolled forward in smooth silence, headlights glancing off the symmetrical hedges and marble statues that flanked the approach.
When the car stopped before the main entrance, two liveried servants stepped forward at once, their movements perfectly mirrored. Almost robotic, if I may add. I caught a glimpse of their eyes. Cold, dead, and basically lifeless. Like they were only living corpses, they opened the door without meeting my eyes, with their heads bowed so low, they could have snapped. Their auras were so faint. The glow of colors that represented emotions was basica
