Kaira:
“This way, young lady,” the woman said, her voice clipped as she gestured toward the left and started walking.
I forced my legs to move. Each movement was heavy, and each turn made my head spin in circles.
This mansion was enormous—with intricate wall designs in the corridors, unique art wall paintings and an endless towering colonnade and endless staircases. The walls loomed over me, lined with brass lights, each embroidered with the crest of the Draven family—a black wolf beneath a full crescent moon.
The air smelt of sandalwood and something richer beneath—a scent that exuded power and dominance.
By the time we reached the guest wing, my body was screaming with exhaustion. My legs almost gave out, wobbled from tiredness, and my stomach growled from hunger.
The woman final
