PopularNovelChapter 331 Lysander's brow furrowed, the tension in his expression barely perceptible.
He knew all too well-if the old patriarch got involved now, this mess would only spiral further out of control. There would be no end to it, and the last thing he needed was for Mila to draw the Montgomery family's attention right now.
A headache.
Running a restless hand through his damp black hair, Lysander paused in thought before saying, "I'll head over later tonight. And one more thing-get in touch with Professor Mason. Tell him I need his expertise, and ask him to clear his schedule for the next month." Leonard froze, uncertainty flickering across his face for the first time. "You mean Professor Mason-the psychiatrist?" Lysander nodded once.
Leonard's grip tightened on the pill bottle he was holding.
Professor Mason's reputation was legendary-renowned both at hand abroad for his work in psychiatry. But years ago, he'd been caught up in a scandal: a botched treatment had left a patient mentally shattered, spiraling into madness and violence. With no hard evidence, Mason had only lost his medical license, but he'd quietly left the country and built a new life overseas.
He was infamous for his uncanny ability to manipulate the human mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWas this really what the young master intended...? Leonard's thoughts were interrupted by Lysander's calm, almost chilling voice. His eyes, fox-like and fathomless, shimmered with a darkness that hinted at something wild, barely restrained.
"I want her," Lysander said, "to ctoagain-willingly." Whatever it takes, no matter the cost.
*** "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." The muffled sobbing pressed in on Mila's mind, wrenching her from restless sleep. Her head throbbed, her limbs felt numb with cold, and everything around her was shrouded in pitch-black darkness.
Too dark.
Instinctively, she tried to speak. "Light? Where's the light?" But she could barely move-her body was tangled tightly in fabric, her breathing shallow and trapped. She tried again, her voice rising with panic.
"Light! Please! I need slight!" Suddenly, a harsh beam of white light flared, searing her eyes. Mila squinted against the glare but refused to look away, desperate for the brightness. She reached out, only to have her hand caught in a firm grip. A young man's anxious voice sounded beside her.
"Hey are you okay? Mila?" "Mila!" Reality snapped into focus at the sound of her name. She blinked up at the flashlight, then past its blinding beam to see Archie's startled face staring back at her. He was holding the torch-the source of the comforting light.
This wasn't a nightmare.
She wasn't trapped in that terrifying, lightless mansion.
She was out. She was free.
Looking around, Mila realized she was curled up in a sleeping bag, surrounded by the soft walls of a tent. They were on the road.
Gradually, the terror faded from her chest. Mila let out a shaky breath, memories starting to cback as Archie's voice continued, gentle and worried.
After escaping the landslide, their car had crashed against the rocks but miraculously hadn't exploded. Mila had blacked out from the pain in her head, and with no one else around to help, Archie had bundled her into the sleeping bag, salvaging whatever supplies they still had from the car.
That explained everything.
Or... did it? Pulling her down jacket tighter around her shoulders, Mila sipped the hot water Archie handed her, but a strange doubt gnawed at her. Hesitant, she finally spoke.
"Did you... hear crying, just now?"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmArchie stared at her, then suddenly shivered as if a cold wind had blown straight through hinx Don't scare me, Mila. Out here in the middle of nowhere-there's no one else around. It was probably just the wind." "The wind?" Mila echoed, uncertain. It didn't sound like the wind.
The crying had been so mournful, so real.
She'd heard it—just before she passed out, and again as she woke up. It sounded like a woman weeping.
But it was just her and Archie out here. No one else. Maybe it really had been the wind-sometimes the mountains could play strange tricks.
Couldn't it?
Archie looked spooked, but then his face lit up with an idea. "You said you had a headache, right? It's probably altitude sickness. That can cause hallucinations, memory problems, all kinds of weird stuff." He sounded more and more convinced, and Mila found herself believing him.
She didn't press further. Instead, she took her medication and sipped oxygen from a portable tank, hoping the pain would pass soon.
Once the altitude sickness faded, her head would clear.
The voices would stop.
So why, then, did her heart still feel so uneasy?
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