As the night wore on, Samantha found herself restless, her mind churning with questions. The bits of information Isadora and Marie had shared only scratched the surface, leaving her hungry for more. She knew there was only one person who could truly help her piece together the puzzle of her past.
Marcus.
With determination, Samantha slipped out of bed and padded barefoot to the door. The hallway was dimly lit, casting long shadows on the ornate walls. She paused, listening intently, and caught the faint sound of movement from downstairs.
Following her instincts, she made her way down the grand staircase. She found Marcus in a study, his tall frame silhouetted against the flickering fireplace. He turned as she entered, his gray eyes reflecting the dancing flames.
"Samantha," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You should be resting."
