The door shuts behind me with a sound that doesn’t echo—it’s too thick for that.The air in this place feels . . . staged. It’s as if someone tried to build a home from the memory of one. I look around. This place doesn’t really scream as if it’s someone not from the human race. The marble floors swallow my footsteps, the walls gleam with too much polish, and even the scent—faint citrus mixed with antiseptic—smells rehearsed.Are the servants here all werewolves too? Is Dante not really afraid?Rafe said they sent their Alpha away because of the amnesia. But I think a part of it was also that they can’t let the pack know that their strong King has fallen short and lost his memories.A servant, or perhaps an Omega in black and gray bows slightly before gliding past, her shoes making no sound. Another man carries one of my boxes as if it’s contaminated. Their faces are masks—polite, efficient, and like their boss, cold.And here I am, clutching my bag in both hands, standing in a mansion
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