Third person POV.A week passed, and in that week silence became a third inhabitant of the mansion.The house—so large, so elegantly decorated, so full of staff—felt like an empty cathedral where sound dared not echo. The clink of dishes at mealtimes, the muffled footsteps of housekeepers, the occasional closing of a door: those were the only reminders that life still pulsed within its walls. But between Asher and Audrey, there was nothing. Not a word. Not a glance. Not even the accidental brush of fingertips when they crossed paths.Audrey felt herself fraying at the edges. Her sleep was thin, fragile, torn apart by jolts of panic. Every time she closed her eyes, the dream returned: the faceless woman chasing her, knife glinting, shadows stretching longer than her breath. Even awake, she felt watched. The text still sat in the crevices of her mind, a haunting reminder—I warned him. She had let it replay over again in her mind but she hadn’t told Asher, or anyone. Some nights she w
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