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 people feel things they shouldn’t feel.
And Elara…
She wasn’t exactly the type to cuddle up with a book and pretend everything was fine.
I could almost feel her restlessness vibrati
