Beyond the kitchen, faint music played, barely spilling into the space of the depths of Nyxilith Manor, a soft beat thumped like it was lost in a jungle—music was definitely playing, but the damn mansion was so big it barely made it past the living room and into the kitchen.
And speaking of size, this place? Huge. Dumb huge. Like, "why-do-we-need-a-spiraling-staircase-to-heaven" kind of huge. Yesterday, the girls tried to explore the whole thing while Parker was away, but after walking past the tenth room that looked like it belonged in a billionaire's Pinterest board, they tapped out. Too many halls.
Too many shiny-ass mirrors. Too much marble. The biggest hall? Up on the first storey, flexing its echo game like it paid rent.
It looked like a throne hall of some sort. Crazy!
Second storey was a pure hallway runway vibes. Third was the boss territory.
