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The cold draft continued to flow from the narrow opening in the western wall, carrying the unmistakable scent of damp limestone.Ancient cedar.Old wax.And something else.Smoke. Althea thought tightly.It was not fresh or recent.It carries the lingering trace of candles that had burned for decades.Someone had lived below.Or had continued returning there.No one spoke between them, arriving at the same realization that settled over the room like a weight.Dominic slowly reached toward the opening in the wall but stopped a few inches away."Enzo." He called out in a low voice.Enzo nodded immediately.“Got it, Dom.” He responded and motioned for the two guards.The two guards silently stepped forward, compact flashlights already in hand. One swept the beam through the narrow gap and found nothing and only darkness.The second guard crouched and examined the stone."No fresh damage." He informed lightly. He ran his fingers along the edge. "No pry marks as well as explosives. No forc
Elsewhere in the manor, Matteo stood in the western gallery.Aurelio approached quickly."We heard it." He commented. "And I’m sure, so did they. What changed?"Matteo remained motionless."The mechanism activated." He answered.Aurelio looked puzzled."But we didn't trigger anything, Unc." He pointed out calmly.Matteo's expression darkened."Exactly."For the first time that evening, flicker of uncertainty crossed his face."They're ahead of us."Back inside the music room, Althea finally stood before had the grandfather clock. She looked up and immediately observed that it was magnificent.It looked older than the manor's newest wing and even older than Alessandro's renovations.Perhaps even older than the estate itself.She examined the carved wooden case, her eyes noting very carvings carefully.Vines.Oak leaves.Lions.Family crests.Nothing unusual as she lightly traced the wood with her fingertips.Until, her fingers suddenly stopped near the base.Althea closed her eyes for
The grinding stopped.Silence reclaimed the music room and the group remained in their positions, not moving.Dust drifted lazily through the shafts of moonlight, each floating particle seeming suspended between centuries.Dominic slowly raised one hand."No one touch anything." He said calmly and quietly.But every person in the room heard the urgency beneath it.The six guards instinctively widened their positions, securing every doorway without making a sound.Enzo crouched beside the piano."It definitely came from underneath." He muttered, touching the floor before looking up at Sebastian. “I’m sure of it.”Sebastian nodded."And whatever we heard that moved," He responded quietly as he also pressed his fingertips lightly against the floor, “wasn't here."Everyone looked at him."What do you mean?" Dominic asked."The vibration." Sebastian informed as he tapped once against the timber. "It seems that it traveled.”He pointed toward the western wall."It started somewhere beneath
Across the estate, Matteo stood alone inside Alessandro's former study.The room had remained untouched since the patriarch's death. Books lined every wall while architectural sketches lay preserved beneath glass.Even Alessandro's fountain pen still rested exactly where he had left it.That alone told enough that even Luca hadn’t bothered about this room.Matteo hated this room.Not because of what it contained but of what it represented.He had searched it dozens of times over the years.Every drawer.Every shelf.Every loose floorboard.Nothing. He thought angrily."I know you're f8cking laughing at me, Sandro." He growled in a low voice as he rested both hands on the desk. "You always did enjoy being impossible."The silence answered.Then, a soft and firm knock came before Aurelio entered."They're in their rooms." He informed.Matteo nodded."They've discovered something.""You think so?""I know so." Matteo replied firmly.Aurelio frowned."What makes you certain?"Matteo walke
The room remained silent long after Althea folded the photograph and slipped into her journal.No one reached for it again and the crackling fire became the only sound.Outside, the wind whispered through the old acacia trees, brushing against the manor's stone walls like unseen fingers.Althea walked stood motionless near the window. She started at her reflection from the darkened glass. But instead of seeing herself, she is seeing Alessandro.She sees him not as the man.She sees him as the architect, strategist and the father.For the first time since stepping back into the ancestral Seat, she understood something that had eluded everyone else.Alessandro had never designed this as a treasure hunt. She started to think calmly. He had designed it as an elimination.Every clue discarded someone who thought like a hunter.Only someone who thought like a guardian could continue.Althea finally and slowly turned toward Dominic."We've been asking the wrong question." She said quietly.E
Silence filled the room after Althea’s statement.Then Dominic quietly asked, "Permission from whom?"Althea looked toward the closed bedroom door."The house."Enzo rubbed his forehead, groaning at her answer.“You know what? I’m going to admit now.” He confessed drylyl. “I think I've officially stopped f8cking understanding ever since this begun."She walked to the fireplace."You noticed something today, too.” She informed him, arching an eyebrow. "You just didn't realize it.""What?" Enzo asked expectantly."When we arrived..." She told him as she looked toward Dominic. "The servants didn't look at Matteo for instructions. Their eyes were all on Eduardo, waiting for his words."Sebastian nodded slowly."They did." He agreed."And Eduardo..." Althea continued, “looked at you."Dominic remembered that indeed, the old steward had instinctively deferred to him. It was not because Dominic demanded it. But because decades of tradition compelled him."The house still follows Alessandro's
Althea had always believed that panic announced itself loudly.A scream. A collapse. A sharp, uncontrollable reaction that left no doubt something had gone wrong.But this time, it’s too quiet.The room seemed to recede from her, edges softening, sound dulling, as if the world had wrapped itself in
Dominic could not remember how fast he was going.He’s sure that later, fragments would surface. The controlled speed, the way the city lights smeared into lines of white and gold, the steady hum of the engine grounding him when his thoughts threatened to spiral.But right now, his body moved on in
The apartment was quiet in a way that felt unnatural since Jessica was moved to the Devereaux complex.It’s not the deliberate silence that Althea had cultivated since she was left in the apartment alone with Dominic. It was measured, controlled, and carefully distant, but something heavier, as if
Althea woke before dawn again.This time, there was no dream clinging to her skin. Only the tension in her body felt just as dangerous. Her pulse was too fast. Her thoughts were too loud.She knew what this meant and that she needs to leave the apartment.She sat up slowly, careful with her movemen







