The sun was setting when Adrian finally returned to Mahalapye, feeling the weight of his absence like a stone in his chest. His business trip had been brief, but every day away from Luna felt like a risk, leaving her vulnerable in the shadowed world she was still learning to navigate. Adrian’s first thought upon arriving was to check on her, but as he neared the mansion, his senses picked up an all-too-familiar scent in the air—human blood. A fresh trail, faint yet unmistakable, led toward the Night brothers’ estate.
Following the scent, Adrian quickened his pace, a gnawing suspicion forming in his mind. He slipped silently into the house, passing through the dimly lit hallway, his ears tuned to every sound. As he reached the grand staircase, he heard faint laughter drifting from Alexande
