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.
Having finished the tasks given to him by Percival, Thomas stretched his long legs, carelessly resting his head against the back of the sofa to rest his eyes.
Beside him, Raquel sat gagged, her eyelids fluttering with fatigue, yet she dared not sleep, fearing she might be taken out by Anna and the others if she let her guard down.
Anna's gaze swept indifferently over the group before she, too, took a seat, pulling out her phone to check the time. "It's almost dawn. Where are Vivienne and Percival? Shouldn't they be back by now?"
Draven placed the last switchblade on the table and sighed as if he had finished a monumental task. He poured himself a cup of water, taking a sip before speaking, "They should be here soon. Emerald City isn't far, and even if those guys are tough, it's no big deal for the boss to bring them back."
"Two days till court," Jerry, now fully 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 against the Littletons at this point."
"Everything will be settled after the trial." Thomas opened his eyes slowly, a sense of unease lingering. "But why do I feel so unsettled?"
The rain continued to patter outside.
Purple lightning streaked across the night sky, and the room flickered with light and shadow, creating an eerie atmosphere that put everyone on edge.
Thomas couldn't recall the last time he'd seen weather this severe, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something big was about to happen.
Jerry glanced at him. "Don't jinx us. The online buzz 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 I'm just overthinking..."
"Vivienne! Vivienne!" Before he could finish, Kaitlyn, who had been asleep, suddenly burst out of her room.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her hands clutching her phone tightly, her frantic gaze sweeping the room for Vivienne. Not seeing her, she headed for the door.
"Mrs. Littleton!" Anna, who was closest, quickly grabbed Kaitlyn. "Mrs. Littleton, Ms. Vivienne hasn't returned yet. Are you looking for her?"
"Yes, yes, I need to find Vivienne," Kaitlyn stammered, her hands trembling as she held her phone, "There's no time! Can you call her, ask her to come back quickly? There's really no time left!"
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