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the wide, vaulted windows of her room, her breath fogging the glass as she watched the sky stretch from indigo to pa

closed her eyes, the moon's glow seemed to ooze through her eyelids, burning her mind with its pull. And t

convince herself of that, but deep down, she

was here to work. To t

he window just as the door to her room creaked open. Lucien Thorn stood there, his expres

his tone detached, as if this were no

a billionaire loner, a man of mystery. But standing here, mere feet away from him, she realized how much his presence comma

e continued, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. He moved with a grace th

ied, trying to steady her nerves. "I

"The estate is a part of the project, Miss Stone. The place you're in

red who he meant. There was no sign of anyone else in the house,

his footsteps barely making a sound

ad been hired to document the Thorn Estate-its history, its strange allure, and its enigmatic owne

r time. The house seemed to breathe around her, old and alive with stories waiting to be told.

stop was t

books. Some looked centuries old, their leather spines cracked with age. Others w

times before. But Aria couldn't help herself. She wandered from one book self to the other and ran her fingers alon

ection?" Lucien's voice

o face him. "

ckering to the book she had been drawn to. "Yo

ow glancing through the estate grounds. His back was turned to her, but sh

ued, his voice carrying the weight of command. "Th

" Thinking to herself almost lost to her thoughts bu

yes fixed on something in the dista

llow in his wake. She could feel the chill of the room long after

xpansive grounds of the estate, which seemed to stretch on forever. The garden was vast, filled with manicured h

marble fountain, its water still and not flowing, as if frozen in time. Ar

r as if lost in thought. Aria felt the urge to speak, but

uietly. "My family has always kept it in perfect co

The garden was beautiful, but there was an primary sadne

sked, her vo

the heart of the curse that haunts this place. Th

ught in her thro

kening. "It's not just a tale. It's

rd by the sudden shift in h

in the daylight, casting a pale light over the estate. "You're here to docum

heard, the strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, the inexplicable connection she felt

d, unable to keep the

is expression unreadable. "Because