Sera’s pov:
It has been days since Damien left.
I know because the light in this room has started to feel like a clock. Morning comes and goes without him checking on me. Night settles in without his quiet presence lingering near the door. Even time itself seems slower, heavier, like the mansion is holding its breath.
For the first two days, I stayed in my room by choice. I told myself I needed the space to breathe and to process everything. But by the third day, the walls started closing in. The ceiling felt like it was dropping lower every hour.
That was when I realized the truth.
I wasn’t choosing to stay inside. I was being kept here.
The realization hit me and I stood up immediately, my heart starting to race, and walked over to the door. I didn't knock, I didn't wait. I just gr
