Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Chapter 753 Judy's POV The halls stretched long and dark; moonlight slanted through high windows. Selene moved with easy grace, her hand trailing along the walls, but I slowed when a door creaked faintly open on our left. "Esme used to spend a lot of time in here," she told me, stepping into the room. The air was stale, and my heart squeezed in my chest as I realized where we were. It was a nursery. It was heavy with dust, but the crib still stood, delicate lace draped over its frame. Toys lay scattered across the rug-a stuffed wolf, a carved rattle, a tiny silver cup.

It looked as though someone had simply walked out and shut the door years ago. "We never understood why," Selene went on to say. "It took years for us to get her to leave this room. Once we shut the door, we never opened it again." "Whose room was this?" I asked, my voice coming out unfamiliar and hollow. "Lila's," she replied, turning to look at me. "We had it built when she was a baby." ---- I looked around the room again, my chest tight. The scent... it was odd. There was something to this scent that put my wolf in distress.

"Judy," I heard his voice through our bond, and suddenly my heart had skipped a beat. "Where are you?" I couldn't answer him; it was like I was stuck in some kind of warp with the walls closing in around me. My breathing, which flowed so easily only a moment ago, felt constricted. I stepped back, a wave of dizziness crashing around me. This room. this scent... this manor. Why was I feeling this way? "Judy, are you okay?" Selene asked, her voice laced with genuine concern. I tried to answer her, but I doubted any words left my lips.

person up in this manor. I rested my head against his chest, breathing in his calming and familiar scent. "I've got you," ---- he murmured, pressing

had a minor panic attack. Was that what that was? A panic attack? "Well, I suppose all has been said for this evening," Zachary said, his eyes finding mine briefly

my breathing had finally slowed back down to its normal rate. We left the nursery behind, but its air clung to me, thick and wrong. Even in Gavin's arms, my chest still ached, as though the room had stolen something

unblinking, ancient. Her lips parted slightly, and in a soft, yet raspy and unused voice, she said the words that haunted my dreams. "Blood calls to blood." I glanced at Gavin, wondering if he had heard and seen what I had, but his focus was on the front door, his frown deep

arm. He stared at me instantly, his body tensing at the look on my face. "You're