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Chapter Forty-Two – Conversations in Quiet
Lana descended the mansion’s staircase, her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders. The hall was silent, almost reverent, the thick carpet muffling each step. The European mansion felt both grand and intimate, the flicker of the fire from the library calling her forward.Grey was there, leaning against the desk, tall and still. His eyes lifted as she entered, and for a moment, silence held them both in place.“I wanted to speak with you,” Lana said softly. “Before tomorrow. Before we open it.”He nodded, gesturing to the chair across from him. “I was hoping you would.”She sank into the seat, smoothing her shawl over her lap. Outside, rain tapped lightly against the tall windows. Inside, the mansion seemed to hold its breath.“I…” Lana began, unsure how to start. “I grew up somewhere safe, predictable. My family… they weren’t wealthy, but they had stability. I thought that was enough. I thought I knew what life would be.”Grey listened quietly, hands resting on the desk. “I wante
Chapter Forty-One – Grey’s Reflection
Meanwhile, Grey paced the hallway near the main entrance of the mansion, his boots echoing against the polished stone floors. The estate, for all its grandeur, seemed alive with its own rhythm—the groan of beams settling, the faint creak of a distant door, the whisper of wind through cracked windowpanes. Each sound made him tighten his grip on the small leather-bound case at his side.He thought of Lana upstairs, alone in the room she had claimed for herself. A quiet force, resilient yet vulnerable. The thought made him clench his jaw; he wanted to guard her, protect her, and yet he knew that his presence here could not shield her from every danger.The mansion was imposing, a fortress draped in elegance, but to him it felt like a cage. Every corridor led somewhere, yet he could never be sure which path would bring them closer to their goals or farther into peril. His mind ticked with possibilities, contingencies, and the weight of responsibility he carried.Grey stopped by a tall win
Chapter Forty – Reflections in the Glass
Lana leaned back in the high-backed chair, the velvet sinking beneath her weight, and stared through the tall window. Outside, the courtyard shimmered with rain-soaked moonlight, every puddle reflecting the ancient stone of the mansion’s walls. The air smelled faintly of wet earth and polish, a strange mixture that made her feel both confined and untethered.Her fingers grazed the small chain around her neck—the locket resting against her chest. She had held it all day, tracing its cool surface absentmindedly, wondering what secrets it carried and whether opening it would change everything. The thought made her chest tighten, a mix of fear and anticipation she couldn’t fully untangle.The European mansion was grander than she had imagined. Each hallway seemed to stretch longer than it should, the ceilings higher, the portraits larger. But for all its beauty, it pressed on her, filling every corner with the weight of unseen eyes. She imagined the walls whispering, the floors groanin
Chapter Thirty-Nine – A Language Without Words
The fire in the study had burned low by the time Grey returned. Lana was there already, curled in one of the leather chairs, her legs tucked beneath her as though she belonged in that space. The shadows thrown by the flames climbed the high shelves and chased each other along the ceiling beams, turning the room into a kind of private world.Grey poured himself a measure of whiskey but didn’t drink it. Instead, he set the glass aside and leaned against the edge of the desk, watching her.“You’ve been quiet,” he said.“I’ve been thinking.”“About?”She looked up at him, her expression caught somewhere between defiance and vulnerability. “How none of this feels real. Not the house, not this chest full of secrets, not even you. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll wake up back in my old apartment, and this will all have been some ridiculous dream.”Grey’s gaze softened, though his voice stayed even. “And if it is?”Her throat tightened. “Then I don’t want to wake up.”The words slipped out before s
Chapter Thirty-Eight – The House in the Woods
The estate was quieter than anything Lana had ever known. No humming traffic, no restless city noises, not even the faint whistle of a passing train. Only the wind in the trees, brushing against the stone walls like an old memory.Her room was grand in a way that didn’t try to impress — dark wooden beams across the ceiling, a heavy four-poster bed, a single lamp burning low. The linens smelled faintly of cedar and lavender, and though the walls were thick enough to hold back the world, sleep refused to come.She pushed back the blanket and stood, her bare feet silent against the polished floorboards. The window opened onto the woods, the moon caught in the net of branches overhead. For a moment, the night felt almost gentle. Almost.Then she caught her reflection in the glass — pale, restless, the chain of the locket gleaming at her throat. It looked heavier now than it had on the plane, as though the house itself deepened its weight.A soft knock came at her door.She startled, then
Chapter Thirty-Seven – Across the Divide
The private jet cut through the clouds like a blade, the hum of its engines a low, steady rhythm beneath the silence in the cabin. Lana sat by the window, her reflection caught in the dark glass, the vast Atlantic stretching endlessly below.She hadn’t asked where in Europe they were going — not exactly. Grey had only said, “Somewhere they won’t expect us yet.” And she’d let it stand, because she wasn’t sure she could handle any more truths tonight.The chest sat secured in a steel case across from them, strapped tight to the floor. Its presence was a weight in the room, heavier than the leather seats, heavier than the distance stretching between her and Grey.Seraphine sat a row back, perfectly still, her arms folded across her chest, eyes closed as if she were sleeping. But Lana had seen the way she’d scanned the tarmac before boarding, the way her fingers brushed the inside of her coat where a weapon surely rested. Rest was a luxury Seraphine never allowed herself.Grey hadn’t said
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