The heavy front doors of the granite mansion closed, muffling the distant sound of Roderick's voice as he paced the gravel driveway, completely absorbed in his phone.
The squad of Portello guards remained outside, standing at full attention near the vehicles, their presence securing the grounds of the massive estate.
Inside, the silence of the empty house hung heavy. Salvatore strode through the grand foyer, his shoes echoing sharply against the floor.
Milo followed closely behind him, his fingers clasping together nervously.
"Choose the room you like," Salvatore said, his deep voice devoid of emotion as he guided Milo up the curved stone staircase. He acted like a real estate agent while exploring the house himself.
Salvatore commented on many things and what Milo could do with them.
Milo knew the layout of the second floor. He had been brought to this place many times, and his memory instantly flagged the double doors at the end of the central corridor.
