Rachel POV
The estate rose from the night like a carved monument, all white marble and golden light. Fountains glittered coldly. Laughter floated in the air, sharp and practised, the kind that never quite reached the eyes.
It looked like a dream.
It felt like a trap.
My stomach was a hard knot. Anxiety creeping.
I couldn't breathe. The front door opened first. Mark stepped out, his sharp eyes scanning the entrance before opening Damien's door.
Damien emerged. Shoulders straight, jaw set, the light catching the angles of his face. He didn't look at me.
But he waited.
I stepped out behind Damien, adjusting the silk of my dress. Leo scrambled after me, his small hand finding mine.
“Wow..." he whispered, his eyes huge as he stared at the glowing fountains and carved sto
