As Evelyn arrived home, she could feel the weight of something off. The usual warmth in her home seemed overshadowed by an unspoken tension. She walked through the entrance, kicking off her shoes with a sigh, her thoughts still lingering on her conversation with Alaric earlier that day. Before she could retreat to her room, she heard her father's stern voice calling out from the living room.
"Evelyn, come here," Viktor's tone was serious, a far cry from his usual casual demeanor. Evelyn stiffened, immediately sensing that whatever was going on wasn't routine. She walked into the living room to find her father standing by the window, his back turned to her. Her grandfather, Gideon Blackwood, was seated in his usual spot, his expression unreadable.
"What's going on?" Evelyn asked, her voice steady despite the knot forming in her stomach.
