EMMA
Forbidden Rooms and Growing Boundaries
I wasn’t even supposed to be in this hallway.
The Lune Noire estate wasn’t a maze, but it had enough winding corridors and oddly placed staircases that one wrong turn could drop you into a wing you’d never seen before. I’d been heading toward the storage room Clara mentioned—left at the gallery of old photographs, right at the tall window overlooking the forest—but apparently my internal GPS had other plans.
“Great,” I muttered to myself as I stopped in front of an unfamiliar door.
The corridor here felt… colder. The light from the antique sconces flickered for no reason, as if the wiring protested my presence. The walls were bare—no framed awards from the motorcycle club, no decorative banners, none of the cozy touches the rest of the estat
