Seraphina’s POV

Alfred's black limousine roared up the winding drive of his secluded villa, its headlights slicing through the thickening dusk. I sat in the back seat with Caroline, our faces pale and eyes wide with fear. The events of the evening replayed in my mind like a horror movie on repeat.

When the car finally stopped, Alfred turned off the engine and stepped out, motioning for us to follow. His villa loomed before us, a sprawling mansion ...