Jorghan forced himself to stand, his legs shaking from exhaustion and essence depletion. He looked up at the building he'd landed in front of—a massive structure of white stone and glass, three stories tall, surrounded by carefully maintained gardens and decorative walls.
A mansion. Wealthy, by the look of it. And familiar in ways he couldn't quite place until memory clicked into focus.
This was where Grace had lived before somehow ending up in his world. She'd mentioned her family's estate, described the wealth and influence of the Moorne family, explained how her life had been controlled by expectations and obligations until she'd escaped through a portal.
The signature he'd followed had led him here. Grace had been brought back to her family home.
Jorghan walked toward the main entrance, still unsteady but functional. His clothing was torn from the journey through space, his body covered in sweat despite the cold, but he was alive and mobile. That would have to be enough.
