The next night, Dante led Leona to Crowe Manor under the cover of darkness. He kept her close as they slipped through the shadows, each step drawing her closer to the mansion that had become her prison.
Dante had once shown her a hidden entrance, a narrow door concealed beneath overgrown ivy on the east side of the estate. It led to a maze of twisting corridors, cold and dark, with portraits of long, dead ancestors that seemed to follow her every step.
"Stay close," Dante whispered, his hand hovering near hers as they navigated the winding corridors. "The artifact is kept in a chamber Alistair rarely visits, but we can't afford to be careless."
The silence was almost suffocating, each step echoing within the narrow space. Her fingers brushed against the cold stone walls, grounding her, reminding her that this was real that she was risking everything for a chance at freedom.
Finally, they came to a heavy wooden door, its surface etched with intricate carvings that seemed to dance in the dim light. Dante carefully pushed it open, revealing a room bathed in an eerie, faintly glowing light. In the center of the room stood a small pedestal, and on it lay an object wrapped in velvet cloth.
Leona's breath caught as Dante approached the pedestal, his movements slow and deliberate. He gently lifted the cloth, revealing an ornate crystal sphere that shimmered with strange energy.
"This is it," he murmured, awe and reverence filling his voice. "This is the source of his power."
Leona reached out, her fingers hovering over the sphere. She could feel its energy a primordial, almost sentient force that seemed to call to her, to recognize her.
Just as her fingers brushed the surface, a wave of intense heat surged through her, as if the bond between her and Alistair had awakened, sensing the threat to its existence.
Dante pulled her back, his grip firm yet gentle. "We have to be careful. The ritual needs this artifact, but removing it will drain Alistair of much of his power. He'll know something is wrong the moment we leave with it."
Leona nodded, the weight of their plan heavy on her mind. They had what they needed, but escaping with it would be the true test of their courage and of their loyalty to each other.
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The Sinful Pact
РомантикаIn a world where everyone's soul is marked by "Bond" that signifies their destiny, Leona, an ordinary healer, attracts the attention of two ruthless billionaires with Bonds that make them possessive and powerful. One of them, a mysterious and influe...
