Chapter : Ghosts Don’t Stay Buried

The storm rolled in just after midnight.

Wind howled against the estate walls, rattling the old windows, as if something ancient was clawing to get inside. But it wasn’t the weather that kept me awake—it was the question pounding in my chest like war drums.

Who was the woman in the lab?

And how did she know Gabriel?

Lucien stood at the window in silence, one hand resting on the glass, his other holding a tumbler of untouched scotch. His jaw was clenched, eyes locked on the trees outside like he expected the shadows to come alive.

“She didn’t break in,” I finally said....