The mansion appeared like a dark jewel against the night sky, its outline sharp beneath the silver moonlight. The long, wrought-iron gate gleamed, almost alive, as it slowly swung open, inviting us inside without a word.
Marcus didn’t hesitate.
The car rolled forward, tires crunching softly against the gravel driveway that stretched out like a path into another world. Trees loomed on either side, shadows dancing with every flash of the headlights.
Then, almost before I could catch my breath, the car came to a smooth stop.
Damian didn’t wait for Marcus to unlock the door.
With a sharp motion, he opened his door and slipped out, his movements fluid and precise, full of purpose.
His coat caught the faint air, fluttering behind him like a dark banner. He walked around the car-slow, con
