Morning light filtered through the windows of their supernatural home, bringing with it none of the clarity they'd hoped for. The night had left its mark on all of them - in Samantha's vivid dreams, in the lingering effects of Marcus's forced separation, in the way Kai's usual energy seemed subdued by something larger than themselves.
The house felt different now, as if Callum's presence had permanently altered its very foundations. Even the wards hummed at a different frequency, responding to the ancient power that had taken residence within their walls.
Yesterday's events played through their minds like a fever dream: the half-naked breakfast show, the overwhelming surge of desire, Marcus's moment of clarity that forced them apart. Each memory carried the weight of manipulation, though its purpose remained unclear.
