The silence in the Knight mansion had become a living entity, and Elena had learned to read its moods. Tonight, it was watchful. It coiled in the long, dark hallways and settled heavily in the corners of every room. She sat on the edge of her bed, her back straight, ears listening.Every distant creak of the old house was a potential footstep, every gust of wind against the glass a potential whisper. She was a ghost in this house, a spy turned prisoner, and she knew, with a certainty that chilled her to the bone, that her quiet, passive role was about to end.A soft knock came at her door. It wasn't the sharp, authoritative rap of security, nor the hesitant tap of Avery. It was a maid.“Elena?” the young woman whispered through the wood. “Mr. Knight is still in his study. He asked for a fresh pot of tea.”For a single, beautiful second, relief washed over Elena, so potent it almost made her knees weak. Tea. It was normal. It was a simple, domestic task that meant she was still just th
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