THE SNARE CLOSESThe mansion had grown still, eerily so, as if it too waited with bated breath. Olivia moved through the halls, careful not to make a sound, each step a measured dance between survival and defiance. She could feel Nuel’s presence in every shadow, every flicker of light, and even when he was out of sight, his influence lingered.Ethan appeared at the edge of the garden, his silhouette framed by the late afternoon sun. He didn’t speak at first; he just watched, observing her. His eyes were dark, intense, and unreadable, carrying the weight of unspoken warnings.“Olivia,” he finally said, voice low, “he’s closer than ever. The smallest mistake will trigger everything.”She nodded silently, feeling the familiar tightness in her chest. She hated the way he made her feel—safe, protected—but simultaneously exposed, as though being near him invited danger.The garden was deceptively calm, but the memory of the burlap bag and the disturbed soil made the air feel heavier, heavie
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