The drive back home was terrifying. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than ever, knuckles white, and my heart hammered in my chest. Every shadow on the road seemed alive. Every honk, every creak of the car made me flinch. What if I got caught lying? One misstep, one word too many, and I could lose everything—possibly even my life. But the plan… the plan just might work. All that mattered was bringing a dead body home and convincing everyone it was the deceased Dhampir.
Hours passed in tense silence. The streets blurred under the tires as the city gave way to sprawling suburban highways. My mind raced with contingencies, every scenario more terrifying than the last.
Finally, I reached the gates of our great estate in Lagos. The ironwork glimmered under the faint moonlight, and t
