{Hailey’s pov}
After Marcus slipped through the passage and left, I just lay there in my bed, wide awake. Sleep wasn’t coming.
I stared up at the ceiling, the one with the fancy molding and gold edges,and all I could think was how heavy this house felt. Like it was pressing into me. Into my chest. Into my head.
There was something strange about this place. Something alive. The walls hummed with energy. Not loud, but it was there, like the house remembered things I hadn’t even lived through.
George Lachlan didn’t just leave me money. He dropped me into a maze.
And Marcus?
He gave me the first clue.
At dawn, I gave up on sleep, pulled on an oversized sweater, and padded barefoot into the hallway. The place was freezing and dead silent. Even the air felt different. The halls were too b
