Chapter 55

Cephus’ POV

The house usually stays quiet. I have no neighbors, the main road is far away, and my staff knows not to interrupt my work with noise. That’s why I’m so surprised when I hear a soft melody carry through the usually silent space.

Perking up, I drop the pen and leave the calculator behind as I get up from my leather office chair. Like a child called by the pied piper, I am moving without thought. The lovely melody hypnotizes me and urges me to follow it, beckoning me closer.

When I open the door leading to the hallway, the sound of someone playing the piano...