Chapter Hundred And Fifty Four

The carriage lurched violently, throwing Evan against the velvet cushions. He groaned, rubbing his aching head. Finally, the ride was over. He stepped out of the carriage, the crisp air biting at his face. The imposing silhouette of his manor loomed before him, a dark and brooding presence against the fading light.

With a chilling smile, Evan strode towards the entrance, his footsteps echoing through the silent corridors. He reached his study, a room draped in darkness, the only light emanating from the crackling fireplace. He sank into his leather armchair, the cold leather a contrast to the warmth of the fire.

He pressed a hidden button beneath his desk, a low hum resonating through the room. Moments later, a figure emerged from the shadows, bowing low. "My Lord," the aide rasped, his voice a chilling whisper.