Chapter 5 – The Mansion of Shadows
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I should have run. Should have screamed, called the police, done a hundred things except the one I actually did.
I followed him.
Adrian’s stride was long, purposeful, unrelenting. Mine was slower, hesitant, but somehow my feet kept moving after his. I told myself it was only temporary, only until I could figure out what had really happened with that hooded man. But deep down, I knew the truth.
I followed because I wanted answers.
“Where are we going?” I asked finally, my voice sharper than I intended.
“Somewhere safe.”
I let out a short laugh. “Right. Because nothing says safe like following a stalker into the night.”
He glanced at me, one brow raised, as though mildly amused. “If I wanted to hurt you, Elena, you wouldn’t be walking right now.”
A chill slid down my spine. “Wow. Great reassurance. Ten out of ten.”
For a second, I thought I saw the corner of his mouth twitch, almost like a smile.
We reached a sleek black car parked under the trees. Not the kind of vehicle students drove. It looked expensive, intimidating, the kind you’d expect in a movie when the villain arrives.
Adrian opened the door for me.
I crossed my arms. “Do I look like the kind of girl who gets into cars with strangers?”
His silver eyes locked onto mine. “No. You look like the kind of girl who already knows she doesn’t have a choice.”
I hated that he was right again. I slid into the seat, muttering, “If I disappear, Mia’s going to murder you.”
The car purred to life. The city lights blurred past as we drove, the silence thick between us. I tapped my fingers against my thigh, every muscle tense.
Finally, I said, “So this is your big plan? Kidnap me and hide me in some underground bunker?”
“No,” he replied simply. “I intend to keep you alive. Comfortably, if you let me.”
“Comfortably,” I repeated, snorting. “That sounds like the tagline of a mattress commercial.”
This time, his lips actually curved. Briefly. But it was enough to make my chest tighten, because I realized even his smiles were dangerous.
The drive stretched on until the city melted into open road. My unease grew with every mile. Where was he taking me?
At last, we turned down a long, tree-lined driveway. My breath caught.
The mansion rose before us like something from a gothic dream—towering stone walls, tall windows glowing faintly, iron gates that creaked as they opened. Shadows clung to it, but so did a strange, haunting beauty.
“You live here?” I asked, incredulous.
“Yes.”
I pressed my forehead against the window, staring at the sprawling estate. “Of course you do. Normal people have apartments with bad plumbing. You have… this.”
His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it. “I’m not normal, Elena. You know that by now.”
The car stopped. Adrian stepped out, circled to my side, and opened the door. I hesitated before following him into the night air. The mansion loomed above us, silent and imposing.
For a moment, I thought of turning around, running back down the driveway until my legs gave out. But then I remembered the knife glinting in the dark, the word marked, and my courage faltered.
So instead, I followed him through the heavy doors into a world I knew I would never escape.
The doors shut behind us with a heavy echo that seemed to lock me in.
Inside, the mansion smelled faintly of cedar and old books. The ceilings stretched impossibly high, chandeliers glittered like frozen stars. Rich carpets muted our footsteps, and paintings of stern, unfamiliar faces lined the walls, their eyes following me wherever I moved.
“Wow,” I muttered. “Subtle. Definitely not intimidating at all.”
Adrian glanced at me. “Do you always speak when you’re nervous?”
“Yes,” I snapped. “It’s either that or faint. Take your pick.”
Something flickered in his eyes, like he was suppressing another one of those rare almost-smiles.
We crossed the vast hall and stopped in front of a sweeping staircase. From the shadows above, a woman descended. Her posture was perfect, her black dress simple but elegant. Her hair, streaked with silver, was pulled into a severe bun.
She stopped at the last step, her gaze flicking to me. Cold. Assessing. Like she was examining a piece of furniture that didn’t belong in her house.
“Adrian,” she said, her voice low and smooth. “So this is her.”
Her. The word made my stomach twist.
Adrian inclined his head slightly. “Elena, this is Marla. She manages the house.”
Manages the house. That felt like the polite way of saying rules this place with an iron fist.
Marla’s gaze sharpened on me. “She looks fragile.”
My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”
Marla didn’t blink. “I hope she’s worth the risk.”
Adrian’s tone dropped, threaded with warning. “That will be all, Marla.”
The woman’s lips tightened, but she dipped her head and swept away down another corridor without another word.
I exhaled shakily. “Well. She seems fun.”
“She’s protective,” Adrian said simply, already moving forward.
“Protective? She looked at me like she was planning my funeral playlist.”
This time, he didn’t even try to hide the twitch at the corner of his mouth.
We reached a pair of tall doors. Adrian pushed them open, revealing a large bedroom. The canopy bed looked like it belonged in a royal palace, draped in silks. Tall windows overlooked the grounds, moonlight spilling across polished wood floors.
I stared. “This isn’t a bedroom. This is a museum exhibit called ‘How Rich People Sleep.’”
“You’ll stay here,” he said, stepping inside.
“Wait. What?” I blinked at him. “No, no, no. I’m not staying here.”
“You’re not safe outside,” he replied calmly, as if the conversation was already over.
I crossed my arms. “So your brilliant plan is to kidnap me, lock me in your creepy mansion, and expect me to say thank you?”
His silver eyes burned into mine. “My plan is to keep you alive.”
For a moment, the room felt too small, too full of his presence. My heart pounded, but I forced myself not to look away.
Finally, I huffed and dropped onto the edge of the enormous bed. “Fine. But just so you know, I’m not impressed. I’ve seen hotels on discount websites that look cozier.”
Adrian didn’t answer. He just watched me for a long moment, unreadable. Then he said quietly, “There are rules.”
My stomach sank. “Of course there are.”
“One. You don’t leave this house without me.”
I threw my hands up. “Fantastic. I’ve always wanted a warden.”
“Two. You don’t trust anyone here but me.”
My eyes narrowed. “What about scary-stepmother Marla?”
His expression hardened. “Especially not Marla.”
That did nothing to calm me.
“And three,” he added, stepping closer, his gaze locking onto mine, “if I tell you to run, you run. No hesitation.”
The weight of his words silenced any sarcastic remark I might have made. My throat went dry.
I nodded slowly, hating how serious the air between us had become.
Adrian studied me for another moment, then turned toward the door. “Rest. Tomorrow, I’ll explain more.”
The door shut behind him with a quiet click, leaving me alone in the massive room.
I flopped backward onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. My pulse still hadn’t calmed, my thoughts spun in chaotic circles, and the image of Adrian’s silver eyes haunted me.
I wanted to believe I could walk away whenever I wanted. That this was just temporary.
But deep down, I knew.
I was already trapped.
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