Zane’s POV
The more I uncovered about the mansion, the deeper I felt myself sinking into its tangled web. It wasn’t just the walls, the floors, or the shadows—it was something more. A presence, a force, that had lingered in the corners of my mind since Leona arrived. There was something undeniable about the way the house reacted to her. It wasn’t just her presence that had unsettled it—it was the way she seemed to shift the atmosphere, like the mansion had awakened the moment she stepped inside. And I was determined to understand why.
I sat in the dimly lit study, the faint smell of old paper filling the air as I sifted through the journals I had found hidden beneath the floorboards of the library. The pages were yellowed and fragile, but they held secrets I couldn’t ignore. I had spent
