The door shut with a heavy thud behind me.
The echo bounced off the marble walls of the dim room before settling within me like a weight on my chest.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see Vera’s fingers linger on the handle of the door for a moment.
From the very moment we had begun to walk down the corridor leading to this room, I could tell that her entire demeanor had changed completely.
Her gaze flickered once more to the bed at the center of the room, and my gaze followed hers.
Her hands traced around the marble wall for a moment before reaching a switch. She turned it on. The room brightened.
And I froze.
I could barely breathe as I stared at the statue of a man that was Damien Viscount.
All my life, I had heard his name whispered everywhere, it was spoken with fear
