CHAPTER 207 Something Borrowed

*Sloane*

The room Dorian lent us in the sprawling Blackwood Mansion was a relic of grandeur, steeped in the faded elegance of his grandfather’s era. The cavernous space enveloped us, its centerpiece a king-sized bed draped in silken linens that shimmered under the chandelier’s soft glow. A bathroom, indulgent with a claw-footed jacuzzi, beckoned from the corner, whispering promises of luxury. The