Chapter: Chapter 15: The Voice on the Other EndThe phone arrived the next morning.Mrs. Windsor brought it with the breakfast tray, placing the small box beside the coffee pot without comment. Her face betrayed nothing, but her eyes lingered on the package a moment too long before she retreated from the room.Elara waited until the door clicked shut before opening it. A smartphone, sleek and black, already charged. A single contact was programmed into it: Alexander. No passcode, no restrictions. He'd given her exactly what she asked for.Now she needed to use it but she didn't have Viktor's number.The journal had given her his first name and a warning. The photos gave her the name of his bar—The Anchor. But no phone number, no address. Nothing that would let her reach him from inside this house.She sat on the edge of the bed and forced herself to think. Weeks ago, when she'd first searched Isabella's study, she'd been looking for secrets, for warnings, for anything that would tell her who her sister had been and why she'd disapp
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Chapter: Chapter 14: The East WingElara stood outside the east wing door with her hand pressed flat against the cold wood. Her heart was beating so hard she could feel it in her temples. The corridor behind her was empty. The house was quiet. Somewhere far away, a vacuum hummed and a maid laughed at something someone said, but here, at the entrance to the abandoned wing, there was only silence.She had walked past this door a few times without stopping. Every servant in the house did the same. It was invisible by agreement, a threshold everyone had learned not to cross and now she was going to cross it.The key was in her pocket, cold and heavy against her thigh. She wrapped her fingers around it, took one last look down the empty hallway, and pushed the door open.The hinges groaned. She froze, her whole body rigid, listening. No footsteps, no voices, nothing.She stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind her. The darkness swallowed her whole. She stood motionless with her palm pressed against the closed door, b
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Chapter: Chapter 16: The Room Where Time StoppedThe key turned with a soft click that seemed to echo through the entire east wing, and Elara pushed the door open. The bedroom was massive. A four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its curtains once white, now yellow. A fireplace sat cold and dark against the far wall, filled with ash so old it had turned to gray powder. A dressing table stood near the window, its surface still cluttered with perfume bottles and jewelry boxes and a silver hairbrush that matched the one she had seen in the bathroom. The curtains were drawn, but enough moonlight filtered through the frayed edges to cast everything in a pale, ghostly glow. The air was different in here. Colder, heavier. It smelled like old smoke and dried roses and the faint, stale trace of charred wood, so old it was more memory than scent. She stepped inside and pulled the door closed behind her, leaving it slightly ajar in case she needed to run. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her temples, but her ha
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Chapter: Chapter 16: The Room Where Time StoppedThe key turned with a soft click that seemed to echo through the entire east wing, and Elara pushed the door open. The bedroom was massive. A four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, its curtains once white, now yellow. A fireplace sat cold and dark against the far wall, filled with ash so old it had turned to gray powder. A dressing table stood near the window, its surface still cluttered with perfume bottles and jewelry boxes and a silver hairbrush that matched the one she had seen in the bathroom. The curtains were drawn, but enough moonlight filtered through the frayed edges to cast everything in a pale, ghostly glow. The air was different in here. Colder, heavier. It smelled like old smoke and dried roses and the faint, stale trace of charred wood, so old it was more memory than scent. She stepped inside and pulled the door closed behind her, leaving it slightly ajar in case she needed to run. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her temples, but her han
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Chapter: Chapter 13: The First TheftThe hours crawled past. Elara lay motionless in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Every creak of the old house sent her heart into her throat. Every footstep in the corridor made her hold her breath. She'd pulled the blankets up to her chin like a child hiding from monsters, but the monsters in this house didn't live under the bed. They walked the hallways in expensive suits and charcoal dresses. They smiled at breakfast and whispered on the phone when they thought no one was listening.She turned onto her side. The sheets tangled around her legs. She didn't have a key yet, but she was already planning how to get it. Viktor had said Mrs. Windsor was the only one besides Alexander who entered the east wing. If there was a spare, it was with her.I have to search her quarters. I have to take it.The thought made her stomach clench. She wasn't a thief. Even in the worst years—the hungry years, the foster homes where kids stole from each other's lockers just to survive—she'd kept her hands
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Chapter: Chapter 12: The War InsideThe door clicked shut behind Viktor. Elara stood alone in the library.Her hands were trembling. She pressed them flat against her thighs, but they wouldn't stop. The fire had died to embers. The room smelled like old books and smoke and the faint, fading trace of Viktor's cologne.He believed me.The thought circled in her mind like a trapped bird. Viktor had looked at her, really looked and seen past the diamonds and the designer clothes. He'd seen Elara, the cleaner, the foster kid, the imposter and he hadn't walked away.She walked to the window. The gardens were dark. Somewhere out there, Viktor was driving back to his bar, probably already working and somewhere in this house—somewhere very close—the truth about Isabella was waiting.What am I doing?The question came from somewhere deep. A voice she'd been ignoring for weeks.I should be enjoying this. I have food, I have warmth, Alexander wants me. He's starting to need me. I could just… stay, play my part, keep my head down.N
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