Zane’s POV
I could feel the weight of the mansion pressing down on me as I stood next to Leona at the base of the grand staircase. The shadows seemed to stretch out, wrapping around us like a physical presence, watching us, waiting. We had come this far—deeper into the mansion than either of us had dared to go before—and now we were standing at the threshold of its heart, a place where the darkest secrets of this house were buried.
The history of the mansion, of my own involvement in its mysteries, had been a tangled web of lies and half-truths. Every step we took into these ancient halls seemed to reveal more of the house’s twisted past, its dark hold over our lives growing stronger with every new discovery. And I was beginning to realize that this journey, this relentless pursuit of th
