Chapter 058
Emilia's POV
Gleaming in the streetlights like something holy and perilous, the mansion stood motionless in the darkness. Niklas kept his knuckles white and tightened his grip on the steering wheel without saying anything. His tension was like smoke in my lungs. Every breath I took felt like a warning, and every second brought us closer.
He parked close to the front. He had nothing to say. There was only a heavy, choking silence.
Finally, without looking into my eyes, he said, "Are you ready?"
"Are you?"
He didn't respond. simply went outside. With trembling legs, I followed.
The iron gates stood ajar. Even that felt wrong. This night didn't feel right.
Our shoes crunched on the gravel as we ascended the path. A man was standing by the door up ahead. tall. wearing a bla
