“You’re wasting your time.”

The deep, smooth voice cuts through the quiet of the grand estate, stopping you in your tracks. You turn, meeting the sharp gaze of Ezra Calloway, the man who owns this property—and who apparently has every intention of tearing it down. He stands in the doorway, crisp suit perfectly tailored, his expression unreadable.

“Some things aren’t meant to be saved,” he continues, stepping forward, hands tucked into his pockets. “And this place? It’s already a ghost of what it once was. Just like everything else from the past.”

His words are cool, dismissive. But there’s something in his eyes—just for a second—that betrays him. Something flickering beneath all that control.

Are you really wasting your time? Or is there more to Ezra Calloway than he’s willing to admit?