Leona’s POV
The weight of the mansion’s presence was pressing down on me, the walls seemingly closing in with every passing moment. It wasn’t just the atmosphere of the house—it was something deeper, something that seemed to reach into my very core, pulling me in and unraveling pieces of me that I didn’t even know existed. The mansion had always felt like an enigma, but now, I understood that it wasn’t just a structure of stone and wood. It was something far older, far more sinister. And it wasn’t just tied to the land—it was tied to me.
Zane was by my side, as always, but his presence had started to shift. At first, I’d thought it was my own confusion, my own emotions clouding my judgment, but now, I wasn’t so sure. Our bond had deepened, but so had the complexity of it. There were mome
