LOGINA luxury hotel hidden deep in the Alps closes every winter hosting only one wealthy family and a handful of carefully selected guest. security consultant Adrian Wolfe arrives to investigate a series of unexplained disappearances but instead finds himself protecting Selena vale, the family quiet adopted daughter who appear terrify of her own relative .As snow seals every exit ,disturbing family traditions, secret tunnels and forbidden rooms are uncovered one by one .every family member has a motive to kill and every confession leads to another lie . Adrian falls for Selena only to discover she has been secretly recording every murder for years.
View More(Adrian's pov)There was no good version of being found.I understood that in the half-second after Julian's voice came down the stairwell, easy and pleasant and entirely too casual for a man who'd just located three people who were supposed to be scattered around the house minding their own business. Sienna's hand found my wrist in the dark, a single sharp pulse of pressure waited and beside me I heard Elena's breath go thin and careful, the practiced stillness of someone who'd already learned, once tonight, exactly what happened when you weren't quiet enough."Sienna, darling." Julian's voice again, closer now, unhurried footsteps on the stone stairs. "I know you're down there. Bring your new friend up Mother's waiting."Sienna's grip on my wrist didn't loosen, but I felt something shift in her, a recalibration, the sound of a mind working fast and cold under pressure. When she spoke, her voice had transformed entirely lighter, brittle, pitched to carry exactly the right amount of
(Adrian's pov)The servants' wing hadn't been used in decades, not by the look of it dust thick enough to hold footprints, sheets draped over furniture like the house was in permanent mourning for people who'd never been allowed to be remembered properly. Sienna moved through it with the ease of someone who'd walked it a hundred times in the dark, flashlight low, steps silent on floorboards that should have creaked and somehow didn't.We found Elena in the third room we tried.She was alive. That was the first thing I registered, the relief of it hitting harder than I'd expected. She was curled on a narrow, dust-sheeted cot, wrists bound in front of her with a plain cord, not cruel exactly, not designed to hurt, just designed to hold. Her eyes came up sharp and frightened at the flashlight beam, then flooded with something closer to disbelief when she saw who was holding it."Sienna." Her voice cracked on the name. "You came.""Of course I came." Sienna was already crouched beside the
(Adrian's pov)I didn't answer her right away.Standing in a stone passage forty steps beneath a house full of people who'd just lied to my face over soup, with a brass plate reading Nursery mounted on rock that had never held a crib in its life, I understood that whatever I said next wasn't going to be the kind of thing I could take back."Working for you," I said, "would mean what, exactly.""It would mean you stop reporting to Margaux's assistant every evening." Sienna said it evenly, like she'd known about those calls the entire time, which I realized, with the particular vertigo of a man discovering he'd been watched more closely than he'd watched she probably had. "It would mean you help me instead of investigating around me. And it would mean, when this is over, you don't get to decide you didn't know what you were part of.""I haven't decided anything yet.""No." Something in her face eased, very slightly not warmth, not yet, but the loosening of a person who'd expected a wors
(Adrian's pov)Elena Duval didn't come down for breakfast.I noticed it the way I noticed most things now sideways, without seeming to, over the rim of a coffee cup while Julian talked about nothing in particular and Corinne laughed at the nothing a half-beat late. It wasn't unusual, on its own. Sienna never came down either. But Elena had come down every morning since I'd arrived, punctual in a way that felt deliberate, like she wanted to be seen keeping a schedule the rest of the house didn't bother with."Late start for Miss Duval," I said, mildly, watching the table rather than any one face."She does that," Corinne said quickly too quickly, the words arriving before the thought fully had. "Sleep in. She's on holiday, after all."Margaux said nothing. She buttered a piece of toast with the unhurried precision of a woman performing a ritual rather than eating a meal, and didn't look up, and something about the specific quality of her silence made the coffee in my stomach go cold.I
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