Chapter 54
Zane’s POV
The house breathed with its own rhythm, its silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. I could feel the tension pressing against its walls, threatening to seep through the cracks. Whispers lingered in every corner, brushing past like echoes from unseen sources.
Evelyn’s watchful eyes, always calculating. Natalie’s sharp disdain, thinly veiled behind her icy smiles. Even the staff—always so careful to stay in the background—moved with an unease they couldn’t quite hide.
And then there was Leona.
She was the center of it all, a flickering flame drawing everyone’s attention, whether she wanted it or not. The others didn’t know what to make of her, and truthfully, neither did I.
But I intended to find out.
I stood by the fire in the library, watching the flames dance in
