Zane’s POV
The house felt different—its atmosphere thick with something I couldn’t quite place. It was as though the very walls were alive, holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Every time I entered a room, I could feel the weight of it pressing in around me, the tension hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break. And at the center of it all was Leona. She was the key to everything, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that her arrival had stirred something deep within this place.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her—about what she was, or more accurately, what she could be. Every interaction with her seemed to push me closer to the edge of something I wasn’t sure I wanted to understand. I had always been good at reading people, at seeing through the layers they built ar
