I never thought death would feel like stepping into a cage.Rain hammered down on me as I climbed out of the sleek black car, my black dress already clinging to my skin. The Looke Empire mansion loomed above me like something out of a nightmare, all stone and shadows and money that could crush a person. My mom was gone. Really gone. And now this place was supposed to be my home.A tall figure stood at the top of the wide stairs, watching me. Even through the rain I could feel his stare burning into me."You must be Ella," he said, his voice deep and rough, like gravel under tires. He did not smile. He did not offer an umbrella.I pushed wet hair out of my eyes and looked up at him. "Yeah. That's me. You are Vincent, right?"He came down a few steps, slow and deliberate. Up close he was even more intimidating. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, dark eyes that seemed to see straight through me. My stomach twisted in a way I did not want to name."Welcome to the mansion," he said flatly. "Victo
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