~ HARRISON ~
I slammed my bedroom door, the sound echoing through the quiet halls of the William Estate. The night had fully set in, wrapping the mansion in shadows, broken only by the soft glow of the fancy wall lights. The air was thick with the smell of polished wood and old leather, reminding me of my grandfather, Edward Williams, the man who built this estate and whose presence still lingered in every corner.
It was 9 p.m., and the estate, located just outside Boston, was eerily still. The trip from the helicopter to the car and then to the mansion had been a blur of pain and simmering anger. I had been hurt, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional storm inside me. My body ached from the fight with Jack, but each throb, each jolt of pain, only added fuel to the f
