The Aston Martin rolled through a set of towering iron gates just past midnight, gravel crunching beneath its tires as it wound along a long, tree-lined driveway toward a mansion that looked like it belonged to old money rather than a disgraced architect scraping by on spite. Asher barely registered any of it, his fever-hazed mind drifting in and out of consciousness against the leather seat, but even in his half-delirious state, some distant part of him noted the size of the place — the sprawling stone facade, the dark figures stationed near the gates, silent and still as statues.Julian carried him inside without a word, moving through the grand foyer and up a curved staircase with practiced ease, as though he'd done this a hundred times before, though Asher was in no state to question it. He was laid down gently on a wide, soft bed in a spacious room that smelled faintly of cedarwood and old books, the sheets cool against his burning skin."Stay still," Julian murmured, disappearin
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