Chapter 137 House Of Secrets Part 2

• Caleb’s P.O.V
• I exchanged a glance with Damien, his expression mirroring my unease as we moved further down the hallway. The air was thick, oppressive, carrying the unmistakable stench of decay.
• My footfalls stirred up dust from the floor, which was coated in a gritty layer of dirt. I reached out to steady myself against the wall, but immediately drew my hand back in disgust—the surface was slick with dampness, streaked with black mold, and dotted with cobwebs that seemed to move, as if alive.