By the time evening settled over the city, my nerves had returned, not that sharp or panicked but just present—like a quiet vibration beneath my skin, humming steadily as the car glided through the tall iron gates of the Harrington estate.
This place always feels different at night meanwhile during the day, sunlight softens the edges of the mansion, makes the marble and glass seem almost welcoming but now, with the sky darkening into deep blue and the lights glowing from within, the estate feels heavier and watchful more like it’s aware of who enters—and why.
Leon sat beside me with his posture relaxed in that effortless way he’s mastered over the years. One hand rests casually on his knee, the other scrolling through something on his phone, but I can feel the shift in him. The subtle ti
