The Taunt from the Past

Willa’s POV:

The SUV hummed as it glided past the towering iron gates, the tires crunching over expensive gravel. Killian Thorne’s estate didn’t just look like a home; it looked like a fortress designed to keep the world out and its secrets in. Tall, manicured hedges lined the winding driveway, so high and thick they felt like emerald walls closing in around me.

I sat in the back of the luxury