Chapter 7 - The Moretti Estate
The Moretti estate sat atop a private ridge overlooking a mist-shrouded lake, surrounded by wrought-iron fences and reinforced stone walls that looked more like a medieval fortress than a modern residence.
As the van rolled through the heavy security gates, Elena looked out the window in awe. The main house was a sprawling manor of dark timber and gray stone, illuminated by warm exterior sconces that cut through the dense mountain fog.
“Welcome home,” Adrian said softly, cutting the engine as they parked beneath the covered portico.
Inside, the manor was warm, smelling of cedarwood, old paper, and freshly brewed coffee. A housekeeper—an older woman with kind eyes named Martha—met them in the grand foyer, instantly taking Elena’s wet coat and offering a warm blanket and a steaming mug of tea.
“Your mother and brother arrived twenty minutes ago, dear,” Martha told Elena gently, seeing the worry lines etched across her forehead. “They’re resting in the east wing. Marcus checked them over; they’re safe and sound.”
Elena let out a breath she felt like she’d been holding for six straight hours. Tears of relief stung the corners of her eyes. “Thank you.”
“Get some rest, Elena,” Adrian said, standing nearby as he coordinated the perimeter security check with Silas via comm-link. “Tomorrow morning, we’ll figure out what our next move is.”
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“What about you?” she asked, watching him closely.
“I have a few ghosts from my past to put to rest once and for all,” Adrian said grimly. “Go on. Martha will show you to your room.”
