Seraphina's apartment breathed danger even in its silence.
The polished floors reflected the cold gleam of chandeliers, and every corner seemed to hold a shadow that whispered loyalty only to her.
She had spared the guards that evening but not without tightening the reins.
With a gesture sharp as a blade, she reassigned them deeper into her inner chambers.
No one entered, no one left. Only her fingerprint unlocked the steel pass-door to that hidden place, a door that seemed more like the mouth of a secret hell than an exit.
Once she was satisfied, the atmosphere stilled again, heavy yet deceptively calm.
Romeo's voice broke the silence, low but urgent. "Daisy, we need to find a way out. Staying here is signing our names in blood." His restless eyes darted toward the sealed hallways, as though he feared the walls themselves might listen.
Before Daisy could reply, Richard Ricky appeared from behind.
