Haven’s POV

In the Luna Suite, light had always been abundant, sunlight spilling through tall windows, golden chandeliers glittering above polished floors. Every morning had begun with warmth and brightness, the world opening itself to me as if it existed solely for my comfort.

Down here, there was no light. Only a weak lantern hanging from a rusted hook on the stone wall, its flame trembling. Darkness pressed against it from every side.

It had been three months, three months since Aiden ...