Lunch felt like a war zone disguised as a dining room. I sat at the long, polished table, watching my family chatter away like everything was normal. But everything was definitely not normal. Tyler? Gone. Elvin? Ghost. Azazel? Dead.
The house had turned into some weird fortress staffed by an army of maids and guards who looked like they were auditioning for a security reality show. Even Collins, the OG butler who knew every secret passage and had a knack for calming storms, was MIA off nursing his injuries from the last showdown with Wayne.
I took a bite of the chicken and tried to focus on the conversation. My mom, of course, was launching her usual assault but now it came with a lawyer's twist.
