Niina Willis POV
The Grayson mansion had always been intimidating. Even under the sun's warmth spreading over the marble floors, the air was thick with history and secrets too ancient and perilous to be spoken. I rearranged the bouquet of lilies in my arms, gripping the stems a bit too firmly as I walked down the main hallway.
Leena had returned. And thus was Ethan.
I hadn't encountered her since the event. Following the controversy. As a result of Zack.
I disliked that name more than I revealed. Not solely for his actions towards Leena, but for what he nearly turned me into.
"Niina?"
I pivoted quickly at the sound of Mrs. Stanford’s voice. The elderly woman smiled gently, her blue eyes keen, perceiving me like the transparent book I consistently struggled to conceal.
"She's o
