Chapter 46:
The House of Echoes
The night was heavy, cloaked in silence so thick it seemed to press against the windows of Moonshadow Ridge. The storm from earlier had passed, leaving behind the soft drip of rainwater from the eaves and the faint rustle of leaves swaying in the damp wind. Yet, beneath that calm, there was an unease that lingered—something darker than the shadows stretching across the estate.
Elena stirred in her bed, her dreams fractured and restless. She jolted awake, her heart pounding as though someone had whispered her name in the stillness. The room was quiet, but she could feel it—eyes watching, unseen but present. She drew the blanket tighter around her shoulders, listening.
Down the hall, Damien paced his study, the dim light of the lamp casting long, restless
