Chapter 20 – Unfinished Conversations
Emma’s Point of View
The sound of the door closing somewhere in the mansion sent a chill through me. It was distant, but in a house this old, every noise carried a weight of uncertainty.
Nate, seated across from me, had gone still. His sharp blue eyes flickered toward the hallway as if expecting someone to emerge from the shadows.
“It’s probably just the wind,” I said, but I wasn’t convinced.
Nate didn’t look convinced either. “Or someone else is here.”
A shiver ran down my spine, though I tried to mask it with an exhale. “This place is old. It makes noises.”
He studied me for a long moment before a slow smirk curved his lips. “You sound nervous.”
I scoffed. “I’m not nervous.”
Nate leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady. “You sure? Because y
