ASARAIAH KAINEThe first sign something was wrong was how quiet the mansion felt.Not the controlled silence Malrik preferred—the kind enforced by discipline and fear—but the wrong kind. The kind that happens when people are holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.I felt it the moment I stepped into the east corridor.The air was heavier here. Dense, like it had been soaked in intent. My skin prickled, not with danger exactly, but with awareness. A pressure behind my eyes pulsed faintly, slow and deliberate, like something tapping on the inside of my skull.I stopped walking.Malrik noticed immediately. He always did.“What is it?” he asked, hand already drifting closer to the gun at his side.“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “But we’re not alone.”We weren’t.Footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor—unhurried, familiar, deliberately exposed.Drayan emerged from the shadows.No weapon drawn. No tension in his shoulders. Just his usual composed posture, dark hai
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