The estate’s terrace was quiet, yet the tension in the air was palpable. Carson and Justina had reclaimed Vault Zero, neutralized the remnants of his father’s control, and yet every step in the grand halls reminded them of the years of fear, manipulation, and secrets. The estate wasn’t just walls and corridors, it was a living memory of the past, and they were determined to confront every echo.

Justina leaned against Carson, her head resting on his shoulder, feeling the solid strength ...