Treasure Vault Near Henrietta's Hideaway 소설 & 이야기

No security trail. I knew her better than anyone. When Helena Declan vanished, she didn’t just run. She planned. Strategized. Disappeared with purpose. But I had one advantage. I knew exactly where she'd go when the whole world turned its back on her — the one place she thought no one remembered. The Hidden Estate The cottage was small. Old. Tucked into the hills on the outskirts of Vercadia. Her mother had brought her here once as a child. Helena had told me the story in passing, once, years ago, when her walls had dropped for half a night.

There was nothing he could say or do that would make up for his hurtful words. Sorry, he texted back. Laeddin immediately began to pace. "What is it?" I asked, trying not to think about Troy and my broken heart. "I know where to find the first piece of the crown." "You do?" I stood in front of him, making him stop. "It's in Connecticut." His eyes seemed far away as though he were there already. "That's an odd place to hide an elven relic." I put my phone on my bedside table. He shrugged. "True. But there's a rock house in Guilford, Connecticut that was built in 1639 by Henry Whitfield - "

"I found them inside the residence of the Chester." After his brief meeting with Little Veen, he made a detour to Chester's residence. He sneaked into Helena's room and that was how he knew about her hidden lair. Inside her wardrobe, he found a box containing the already dried-up snake skins. The box was sealed with layers of spells that repelled people from opening it.

“Where, Zak?” He rolled his eyes, but finally threw me a bone. “That tiny, hole-in-the-wall tavern right off the old forest road.” “The Silver Flagon?” Zak shook his head. “No, the one hidden a few leagues down. Unless you’re specifically tracking the scent, you’d never find the entrance.” “And how would you come across such a hidden den?” I questioned, eyes narrowing to slits. “Let’s just say I had some rogue business to settle there,” he chuckled darkly.

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

Because near the floor where the woman had stood moments earlier— lay a silver necklace. Vivian bent carefully and picked it up. A small engraved pendant hung from the chain. The engraving read: C.W. Clara Whitmore. And suddenly one terrifying thought hit Vivian all at once: What if Clara wasn’t hiding? What if she’d been inside Blackwood & Vale tonight watching them the entire time?

Elias followed, sitting beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed. “There’s something else,” she said. He stiffened slightly. “Tell me.” “He said Helen owns a property outside the city. A building.” She rubbed her palms together nervously. “He never confronted her about it, but he knew.” Elias’ eyes narrowed. “Where?” “New Rochelle.” The name felt heavy in her mouth. “She bought it years ago. Made it invisible. HID it.” Dakota’s heart started racing. “He thinks — if there’s even a slight chance — that she might be hiding there, we should take it.”

Carol swallowed, and I knew from the look in her eyes that she wasn’t going to argue with me, so she nodded. “He had a cabin 10 miles south of here,” she said slowly. “It’s in the rogue district. If you follow the road to the fork and then go down the pathway, accessible by car, on the right side of the road. A mile in, you’ll find a gathering of trees that almost look like a wall. Drive around it and you’ll find a cabin hidden in the darkest corner away from the eyes of the road. It’s his hideout.” “He has a hideout in the rogue district?” Lucy asked, raising her brows.

My breath caught in my throat as I realized what it was hiding. "Wait, what's that?" Violet asked softly and with curiosity. They were now beside me. Leigh and Violet leaned in closer, eyes widening in surprise. “Is that a . . . vault?” Leigh whispered, almost inaudibly. Violet nodded in affirmation. "Yes, that's a vault." I stepped back to get a better view. The built-in vault was embedded in the wall, perfectly concealed behind the painting. Violet reached out and touched the vault’s cold metal surface. “What do you think they keep in here? Money? Jewelry? Gold?” Her voice carried a playful curiosity. "Should we try to open it?"

The simple wooden cabin was made from forest wood with a slightly worn-out roof; the sturdy chimney seemed ready for the upcoming winter. “Madam, are you—” “Come in.” A hoarse and heavy voice greeted Lewis's ears; it belonged to Madam Tsude. A strange aroma permeated the air strongly, like a foul smell mixed with spices. It was a very peculiar smell; a normal person would surely vomit! “It seems the hidden heir has emerged; you cannot defeat him this time.” “Come on, Madam. Think of cunning ways or whatever it takes; give me the best potion. Even if it's strange, I will drink it. I don't want Daddy to give all his wealth to Andy; my influence is also starting to fade.”