THE MANSION was quieter than Seris expected. The hallways were lined with nature portraits and vases at every corner.
Isla was touring around the mansion.
Isla walked a step ahead of her, pointing out doors and staircases with the efficiency of someone who had memorized every inch of the place.
“This is the east wing,” Isla said. “Mostly unused now. Alpha Cassian keeps to the west side. The library was there if you were looking for books.”
Seris nodded, looking around and trailing her fingers along the carved banister of the grand staircase as they were descending. “And the doors at the far end?” she asked casually.
“Storage,” Isla answered quickly.
Isla was walking in front of Seris, and she didn’t see the curve at the corner of Seris’s lips.
Seris knew what the doors at the fa
