He inherited the estate. He didn't know it would come with her.
Dorsethall Manor was supposed to be empty—just a decaying ruin left by a distant uncle. But inside waits her: Helena, the widow. Beautiful. Cold. Watching.
The longer Noah stays, the more the house breathes. Whispers crawl under the floorboards. Mirrors show memories he never lived. And Helena—
She's not asking him to leave.
She's daring him to stay.