Chapter 94 Ninety-four
- Anton drives for a few more minutes before stopping the car in front of a cabin tucked into the woods. I step out and follow him to the entrance, my curiosity building with every step.
- The second the door opens, my mouth falls open.
- Candles line the floor—dozens of them, their soft flames flickering in the dim light. Rose petals create a path that leads all the way upstairs, deep red against dark wood.