Caera bit her lip, torn between her fear of their father's unpredictable antics and the growing realization that Theo was right. They couldn't handle this alone. But even as she considered the idea, another thought struck her.
"No," she said firmly. "Not Dad. If we're going to involve anyone, it has to be Mom. She's… she's better at handling things like this."
Theo tilted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "So you'd rather deal with Mom waking up in the middle of the night than Dad turning this into a family drama? Bold choice."
Caera ignored his sarcasm, already moving towards the door. "Stay here," she ordered. "And for the love of the gods, don't touch anything else."
Theo gave her a mock salute. "Yes, ma'am."
She shot him a glare before slipping out of the room, her heart pounding as she made her way to their mother's chambers. The corridors were eerily silent, the soft glow of the moonlight casting long shadows on the walls.
