Chapter 2 - Grant Confronts The Bride In The Forbidden Corridor
Grant rushed down the dimly lit hallway of the oldest wing of Bellweather House, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The heavy oak doors in this section of the estate were usually locked, but one stood slightly ajar, letting a cold draft sweep across the hardwood floors.
Inside the dusty parlor, his bride stood motionless over a terrified, trembling Wren who clutched the red bracelet to her chest. “What on earth are you doing to my daughter?” Grant demanded, his voice echoing sharply against the antique wainscoting.
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The bride turned slowly, her white lace veil catching the faint light from the high transom windows with eerie grace. Her expression was completely devoid of the warmth he thought he knew, replaced by a cold, calculative mask.
“She shouldn't have been poking around in things that don't concern her, Grant,” the bride replied in an unsettlingly calm whisper.
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