Chapter 48 - the cold reception

The sun had barely begun to set, casting a warm orange glow across the mansion’s garden. The large windows let in just enough light to make the room feel alive, but not too much to make it unbearable. It was a peaceful, almost serene atmosphere that Raphael had grown accustomed to. He liked the quiet moments before everything turned messy.

He glanced around the hallway, checking to see if anyone was nearby. His feet moved silently over the polished floor as he ...