Whispers of Midnight

ed itself in her chest. She had barely slept, her mind replaying the whispers she had heard the night before. The voice had been so clear, so desperate, almos

, casting a soft golden hue over Moonhaven. She could just make out the outline of the manor, nestled amo

othes for the day. She was here for work, not to be swept up in superstitions or

hilling rumors surrounding the mansion, Amara couldn't ignore the promise of the memoir. This was her big break, the opportunity s

e neared the gates of Velvet Manor, she could feel the weight of the place pressing down on her. The stone pillars at the entrance were weat

ven more imposing up close. It was a sprawling structure, with tall windows that seemed to watch her every move. The ivy that

ling a tall, broad-shouldered man. His dark hair was tousled, and his p

man said, his voice low and smo

re the flutter in her chest. There was something magnetic ab

ust a moment before crossing the threshold. The door sl

marble floors and high ceilings, a grand chandelier casting a soft, golden light over the room. P

" a voice called fro

person-tall, with dark hair that brushed his forehead and sharp features that could have been carve

is voice smooth and commanding. "I

ying to shake the nervous tension in

d you've agreed to help with this project. It's been a long ti

other world. The corridors were lined with rich tapestries and dark wood paneling. The air w

study," Damien said. "We

illed with books and old leather-bound journals. One entire wall was dedicated to a massive fireplace, though the fire was u

amien said, motioning to

as she tried to focus on the task ahead. Damien sat across from

e to know?" he asked, his

h your family's history, if that's alright. I was hoping to get a feel for th

cker of something unreadable flashing in his eye

oftly. "He built this estate, but his personal life was

of unease in her chest. "I've heard some of

in thought. "My father and I didn't see eye to eye on much. B

story was beginning to unravel b

a brief moment, the silence between them was palpable. "My

there was more to the story than he was letting on. She was about to pre

t voice called

ark, flowing hair and an ethereal presence that seemed to fill the room. She w

en said, his

d forward, her gaze locking onto Amara

company," Lily said, her tone lac

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I'm Amar

her eyes that made Amara uneasy. "Of course," she sa

urned on her heel and walked away,

th, and Amara could feel t

d, his voice tight. "Lily's.

spoken history. Something wasn't right in this house-something more than j

ace full of mysteries, but one thing was clear: the deeper she dug,

if she was ready t