Jameson’s lips ticked up at the edges. “This is Hawthorne House, Heiress. There will always be another mystery. Just when you think you’ve found the last hidden passage, the last tunnel, the last secret built into the walls—there will always be one more.” There was an energy in his voice when he spoke about the House. “That’s why you love it.” I locked my eyes on his. “The House.” He leaned forward. “That’s why I love the House.” I held up the coin. “It’s not the disk,” I said. “But sometimes you have to improvise.” My heart was racing. I was vibrating with the same energy I’d heard in his
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