The heavy wooden door opened slowly, revealing a sliver of darkness that widened into the mansion's vast entry hall. My heart hammered against my ribs. Caden stood there, looking impossibly calm. He wore dark pants and a loose white shirt, sleeves rolled up, showing strong forearms. His eyes, dark and sharp, met mine, and a slow, unsettling smile spread across his face. "Right on time, Maeve," he said, his voice a low rumble that filled the huge, echoing space. "Come in. Don't be shy." I stepped inside, the door closing with a soft, heavy thud behind me. The soundproofing was immediate. The world outside, the city noise, all vanished. I was truly trapped. The entry hall was massive, cold marble floors stretching out, leading to wide, curving staircases and more dark, expensive wood. It smelled faintly of old money and something sharp and clean, like polished steel. "This way," Caden said, gesturing with a hand that seemed to command the space. He didn't wait for me, just turne
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