The Tenney estate was a monument to old money and older secrets.
Unlike Arne's castle, which wore its menace openly, all sharp spires and shadowed corners, the Tenney manor was beautiful in a way that felt deliberately misleading. White marble columns. Wrought iron balconies draped in flowering vines. Fountains that sang in the morning light. It looked like something from a fairy tale, the kind of place where princesses went to be rescued. A little too bright for a vampire family but they had lived around humans for centuries and had learnt that the brighter the more inviting.
Matt had never felt more like a prisoner. The psychic powers this building had over him was overwhelming.
Three days. That was how long it had been since he'd last seen Yvonne.
