Gavin scoffed, the malice evident in his wrinkled eyes. "What can be done? The deed is done; they're gone. So, we'll just send Kaitlyn a picture of the urn, and let's see what she does. Will she cling to that useless old family recipe, or does she want to see her parents reduced to ashes?"

Victoria's eyes widened in horror.

Who the hell came up with this sick plan?

Was Gavin not afraid of being haunted by the Littleton's vengeful spirits?

Aurora Mountain Villa.

In a two-thousand-square-foot villa, the lights were off in every room except the living room.

Members of the Nine Mystics Society were stationed in every corner, ensuring the villa's security. Kaitlyn had been teetering on the edge of a breakdown all day. Finally relaxing, she collapsed into the first empty room she found and fell asleep.

Amelia's fever had broken, Tyler's wounds showed no signs of infection, and after taking Vivienne's pills, Sadie and Julian were out like lights.

Anna did a round of the villa before settling back in the living room.

Draven sat on the couch, silently cleaning his knives, an array of sleek switchblades neatly arrayed on the coffee table.

given to him by Percival, Thomas stretched his long legs, carelessly

sat gagged, her eyelids fluttering with fatigue, yet she dared not sleep, fearing she might be taken out by Anna and

a seat, pulling out her phone to check the time. "It's almost dawn. Where are Vivienne and Percival? Shouldn't they

as if he had finished a monumental task. He poured himself a cup of water, taking a sip before speaking, "They should be

rested, said as he rubbed his eyes and emerged from his room. "Even if they're a bit delayed, it's fine. The Abernathys can't pull any more stunts

the trial." Thomas opened his eyes slowly, a sense of

continued

night sky, and the room flickered with light

couldn't recall the last time he'd seen weather this severe, but he couldn't shake the

is still brewing, but with our legal summons, the tide is turning. The Littletons are under our watch; what could possibly go wrong?" Thomas shook his head, unsure. "Maybe

finish, Kaitlyn, who had been asleep, suddenly

her frantic gaze sweeping the room for Vivienne. Not seeing her, she

was closest, quickly grabbed Kaitlyn. "Mrs. Littleton, Ms. Vivienne hasn't

her phone, "There's no time! Can you call her,

strode over. "Mrs.

gripping her phone since the start, and that

her consent before reaching out

so clear-headed and resilient, was now

as Jerry took the phone from her hands, murmuring repeatedly about the lack of time,

"Bastards!"

eyes fell upon the phone,

sure to pocket the switchblades. "What happened? Who sent Mrs. Littleton a

the message from an unknown number was clear

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