Chapter 75: The House On The Mountains

The carriage rumbled up the mountain path, the air growing sharper, thinner. Rose, still recovering from her near-death experience, clutched her slightly torn dress and tried not to overthink the last few hours.

The ride had been eerily silent. The coachmen didn't dare speak. Lucifer, of course, had his eyes closed again, completely unbothered by everything.

She would've complained about that—except she was still a little shaken from their last interaction.

When the carriage finally came to a stop, Rose exhaled in relief. She stepped out and blinked.

A house.

An actual, normal-looking house.

It was perched high on the mountains, ancient yet sturdy, built of dark wood with a slanted roof and a wraparound porch.

Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, and the scent of something warm and shockingly comforting drifted through the air.

But what stunned Rose the most wasn't the house.

It was the man standing outside it.