The heavy oak door creaked open slowly, revealing a dimly lit foyer adorned with antique furniture. Gabe Frost hesitated, his heart pounding, as he stepped into the small mansion he had tracked Arabelle to. He had not expected that she would be here, so close to them.
For a moment, his consciousness warned him that this could be a trap, but as always, he knew he was willing to step into any trap for Arabelle. He needed to see her truth for himself. Only then would his heart believe what his brain was telling him.
His cautious steps echoed through the entrance hall and his eyes darted around, searching for any sign of Arabelle but was met only with blank gazes of the guards standing on both sides.
As he moved deeper into the mansion, a door opened, revealing a figure in the shadows. Gabe's breath caught as he saw the woman who came out and his lips lifted in a smile," Mrs. Winthrop."
