The heavy wooden doors clicked shut behind us, finally cutting off the tense silence of the lounge. Leaving those two cousins alone to face the dangerous reality of the conversation they so desperately needed to have.
Selene gently guided me down the long, brightly lit corridors of the mansion, her hand supporting my uninjured arm with careful precision. We walked in relative silence until she stopped in front of a pair of double doors painted in a soft, cream-white hue. As she pushed the door, she led me into her personal chamber.
I stepped inside and couldn't help but pause, my eyes widening as I took in the room. It was absolutely stunning, though in a way that felt entirely different from the rest of the cold, intimidating architecture of the Valmont estate.
