~Samantha~
Black Moon's old residence looked like death had set up a vacation home and decided to stay permanently.
Three stories of rotting wood and crumbling stone, windows like empty eye sockets staring at nothing, the whole structure tilted sideways like gravity had given up halfway through. Vines crawled over everything, black, twisted things that didn't look like any plant I'd ever seen.
And the smell. God, the smell was like copper mixed with decay.
"So this is where they lived." I kept my distance from the entrance. "Cheerful place."
"Matches the personality." Killian was already moving around the perimeter, checking angles. "But something's not right here. You picking up on it?"
Oh, I was picking up on it alright. The air pressed down on my lungs like invisible hands squeezing. Every breath tasted metallic. Wrong.
"Maybe we should check the perimeter before we just walk in." Killian started.
A sharp whistle sliced through the air.
