|Carmella|
The mansion was beginning to settle into the quiet rhythm of the night as I stood in front of the mirror, blow-drying my hair and letting the events of the day drift aimlessly through my mind. I was almost ready for bed when a knock at the door interrupted the stillness. My brow furrowed, and I paused, sensing a familiar presence lingering just outside. I’d heard footsteps earlier, but I hadn’t expected him to show up. What could he possibly want now?
With a sigh, I crossed the room and opened the door. There he was—Theodore—his face set in that usual, impenetrable coldness. I raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze, half-expecting him to explain himself right then and there. But, as always, he said nothing. Instead, he stepped over the threshold, into my room, without so much as
