Liam's POV
There isn't anything I hate more than having the ones I love in danger. The weight of responsibility sat heavily on my shoulders as I stepped into the house. The moment I arrived home, I didn't waste a second. I hurried toward Aunt Emilia's room, my heart pounding with urgency. We needed to have a serious discussion before Daisy appeared.
I knocked at the door, inhaling deeply as I waited.
"Who is it?" Aunt Emilia's voice came from the other side, cautious yet familiar.
"Liam," I answered firmly.
The door swung open almost instantly. "Come in," she said, stepping aside. Her eyes studied me, and I could tell she already sensed that something was wrong.
I stepped inside, making sure to close the door tightly before speaking. The room smelled faintly of lavender, the curtains
