Anabella Clayton's POV:
I returned to my home in Londale, only to find that within a single day, twelve of my siblings from across the globe had congregated under one roof.
The atmosphere was profoundly uncanny. I could feel twelve pairs of eyes, sharp as surgical scalpels, dissecting me as I walked in.
"Leona," I said, turning to the old housekeeper standing in the shadows, my voice steady. "Please take Elinor to her room. She's had an exhausting day."
Elinor gave me a sweet peck on the cheek and followed the housekeeper up the stairs, clutching her trophy tightly.
Only when the sound of her footsteps had completely faded did I turn around and rip that irritating bandage from my forehead. The wound had already scabbed over, leaving only a dark crimson mark.
"Look at you. Home in Lon
