The estate's cold, cavernous halls swallowed Cambria's footsteps as she pressed deeper into the lion's den. Every shadow felt like a whisper of danger, every flicker of light a signal that she was not alone. Maddox's presence lingered like a ghost at her back, but she kept her focus razor sharp; this was her mission, and she would not falter.
The walls around her echoed with the ghosts of their past, but Cambria refused to be haunted. Not tonight. Not ever again.
She paused at a heavy oak door, her target. Behind it lay the secrets that could shatter Blackwood's empire and expose her father's deepest betrayals. The information that would either free her or bury her forever.
Her fingers brushed the cold brass handle. A soft creak betrayed the door's movement as she pushed inside.
