Soren's Pov
My first instinct is to look up at the balcony, the place where I had first truly seen her. A faint, pained smile curled on my lips at the memory, but it didn't last. I pushed the heavy front door open and stepped into the manor.
It was colder than I remembered. Emptier. Usually, Evander's various wives would be clustered in the living room, chatting idly while his children played around them. Now, there was no one. The silence was thick and unnerving. I strode straight for the stairs. I was here for one thing only: to get Catherine's things.
I had made sure her room was sealed and locked after Evander was arrested for her murder. I hadn't wanted to change a single thing back then, a morbid shrine to the woman I thought I'd lost forever.
My feet froze to the marble floor when a loud, shrill moan echoed from down the hallway, followed by rough grunts and a voice that made my skin crawl.
