Chapter 62: The House’s Last Game
Emma’s POV
The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows across the grand dining hall.
The first Ashford sat at the head of the table, his dark eyes steady, watching me like a man who had already won.
I could feel Everdawn listening.
The walls breathed, the air thick with unseen whispers, curling at the edges of my mind.
"Everdawn will already own you," he had said.
But he was wrong.
I wasn’t here to stay.
I was here to end this place once and for all.
I forced a calm breath and met his gaze. “You think you can make me part of this house?”
A soft smile. “It isn’t a matter of thinking, Emma. It’s already begun.”
A sharp chill crawled down my spine.
The Guests at the Table
The chairs around me weren’t empty.
Figures sat in them, watching, th
