Chapter 18 Seraphina

Seraphina POV

I looked out the window to find that we were on a long windy driveway that was lined with pine trees. Warm lit lanterns on tall black poles lined the extensive driveway until it reached the cobblestone courtyard driveway that surrounded a gorgeous fountain. That was illuminated by spotlights.

The packhouse was an enormous gothic-styled, victorian, mansion with ornate designs on the windows and doors. The small intrinsic details of the architecture made the mansion ooze wealth while also giving off a cold, sterile vibe.

The limo pulled up to the large stone staircase that led up to the massive building. A short, stocky man with a receding hairline wearing a black and white butler’s uniform, opened the door for me. I thanked the elderly man and waited for Callan to get out of the limo.

“Follow me.” He said cooly as he walked passed me. I was relatively tall for a female, yet still found it nearly impossible to keep up with Callan’s long strides.

A small gasp left me as