The carriage rolled to a stop before a tall stone building at the edge of the northern district. Unlike the grand villas with sprawling gardens they had passed, this structure was refined but understated—its façade polished, windows tall and symmetrical, iron balconies curling like black vines. It spoke of wealth, yet without the ostentation of nobles flaunting their coin.
"This is the property you selected," the vampire announced, stepping down first with fluid grace. She gestured toward the upper floors. "Not the largest we could offer, but one of the most admired for its views."
Trafalgar helped Mayla down, though his dark blue eyes were already scanning the building's surroundings: the street's quiet order, the guards posted discreetly at the corner, the glow of enchanted lamps lining the walkway.
