Zerina's point of view

The taxi stopped in front of a towering black gate, the kind that whispered of power. The driver turned slightly, glancing at me from the rearview mirror. "We're here, miss."

I blinked, my eyes travelled up to the enormous iron bars rising like a fortress in front of me. My throat tightened. "A-Are you sure this is the place? This.. this looks like.. like a..."

I didn't know what to call it, but for sure, it just didn't look like a house.

The driver gave a ...