Milo’s POV

The mansion was too quiet.

Too big.

Too empty.

And guess who was stuck inside it?

Elara.

And me.

Wonderful.

Exactly what I needed.

Trapped with the girl who acted like danger was a hobby and trouble was her best friend.

She had vanished into her room hours ago.

And me?

I paced the living room like a frustrated guard dog who wanted a nap, a drink, and a different job.

Lightning flashed.

Thunder smacked the roof like someone owed it money.

I didn’t fear storms.

Storms feared me.

But they did something weird to people.

They made the air heavy.

They made the silence ring.

They made...