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.

stretched his long legs, carelessly resting his head against the back

yet she dared not sleep, fearing she might

to check

water, taking a sip before speaking, "They should

room. "Even

will be settled after the trial." Thomas opened his eyes slowly,

continued

night sky, and the room flickered with light

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

legal summons, the tide is turning. The Littletons are under our watch; what could possibly go

Vivienne!" Before he could finish, Kaitlyn, who had been asleep, suddenly

eyes were bloodshot, her hands clutching her phone tightly, her frantic gaze sweeping the room for Vivienne. Not seeing

Anna, who was closest, quickly grabbed Kaitlyn. "Mrs. Littleton, Ms.

no time! Can you call her, ask her to come back quickly? There's really no time left!"

strode

phone since the start, and that was where the problem had to

her consent before reaching out to take

clear-headed and resilient, was

took the phone from her hands, murmuring repeatedly about the lack

"Bastards!"

the phone,

made sure to pocket the switchblades. "What happened? Who

and the message from an unknown number

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