Kane Hau Alexander's POVThe dining room felt suffocating from the moment we walked in. The long oak table, polished silverware, and crystal glasses looked too familiar. I had escaped from this mansion years ago, but now, I'm voluntarily entering. Ethan sat beside me, stiff as a board, his shoulders tense under the simple button-up he’d chosen. I could see the way his eyes darted around, taking in the massive chandelier, the original paintings on the walls, the quiet judgment radiating from every corner.“You good?” I whispered, leaning close enough that only he could hear.He nodded, but the doubt in his eyes said otherwise. “When she said it like that, it sounded scary,” he murmured under his breath, probably thinking back to Shula’s warnings. I squeezed his knee under the table, wishing I could do more.Before I could say anything else, my mother glided over with a tray of pastries like she was playing the perfect hostess. She placed it in front of Ethan with a sweet smile that di
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