handeliers, polishing silver the mansion seemed endless. Eve
t her attention: the one
e stepped closer, and she could have sworn she heard whispers
Why was it off-limits?
he cold, ornate doorknob. Then, a s
le
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ut going in there," Mr
e for anyone - es
d. "I-I wasn't going
yes held a warning
e dangerous. The master does n
ut inside, a tiny spark
s. And some of them w
she were weary of repeating thi
ve, observe the rules. That win
nd kept wandering back to the locked doors
Elena glanced again toward the east wing. The mansion
o recognize - Adrian moving through his private domains. The sound reminded her
ng and dusting as instructed. But the image of the dark
ective of that wi
bly be behind th
eginning a spark that would eventually ignite a fire she couldn't put out, and a secret t
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