Chapter 6: The Warmth Behind the Mask
I threw on a black shirt with a relaxed collar... snug enough to look sharp and loose enough to breathe properly.
The kind of outfit that said "rich" without screaming.
One last check in the mirror—perfect.
Time to go negotiate my death in style.
The moment I opened my door, Stella was already waiting. Polite and quiet as always.
She followed two steps behind me like the good maid she was. Thank god it wasn’t a full moon.
The hallway outside reminded me just how ridiculous this place actually was.
Polished white floors stretched endlessly beneath my feet.
Soft lights glowed across the ceiling and to my right was an entire wall made up of glass, offering a panoramic view of the estate.
And what a view it was.
The Ashborn estate looked less like a noble’s home and more like a private city-state.
Vast green fields, training arenas, towers for guests, even two spare mansions that screamed backup palace.