The estate had never felt so alive or so dangerous. Every corridor, every chamber whispered the echoes of the past. The secrets of Carson’s father lingered like smoke. But tonight, the estate was theirs. Every hidden corner, every shadowy hallway had been claimed, not by fear, but by love, desire, and the unbreakable bond between Carson and Justina.

Justina followed Carson into a previously untouched wing of the estate. The walls were lined with ancient tapestries depicting battles, ...