Vessara stepped through the entrance of House Vaeroth's pack house and felt the breath leave her lungs. The foyer alone could have swallowed her family's entire house. Three stories of vaulted ceilings, marble floors, and chandeliers that cascaded light across the walls. Ancient stone met modern glass in seamless transitions.
The building was a cathedral of power, every surface polished to reflect the wealth and history of the family who owned it.
"This is where we live now." Vee stirred in her chest.
The words struck her instantly—the truth.
Viktor's voice cut through her daze. "Sera will oversee the movement of your belongings to your suite." His tone remained measured and professional. "While I'll give you a tour of the pack house."
Sera bowed deeply and then retreated toward the workers who were already bringing in her boxes. They moved with quiet efficiency, their footsteps barely audible against the marble.
