Chapter 175

Lucas's POV

I inhaled the smell of damp concrete and old rot, my boots clicking against the metal stairs as Graham and I descended into the bowels of the estate.

My heart was thundering, an insistent pressure against my ribs that felt like it might crack the bone.

Grandfather's men had led us here, their faces as stone-cold and unyielding as the foundation of this house.

The basement was a cavern