Caleb’s P.O.V

I exchanged a glance with Damien, his expression mirroring my unease as we moved further down the hallway. The air was thick, oppressive, carrying the unmistakable stench of decay.

My footfalls stirred up dust from the floor, which was coated in a gritty layer of dirt and debris. I hadn't been to this house when Aurora was still here, but the one thing I could tell was that she was the heart of this house. And now that she no longer lived here, the house seemed to ...