Chapter 281

~Samantha~

Black Moon's old residence looked like death had set up a vacation home and decided to stay permanently.

Three stories of rotting wood and crumbling stone, windows like empty eye sockets staring at nothing, the whole structure tilted sideways like gravity had given up halfway through. Vines crawled over everything, black, twisted things that didn't look like any plant I'd ever seen.

And the smell. God, the smell was like copper mixed with decay.

"So this is where they lived." I kept