The adrenaline from their narrow escape had faded, replaced by a gnawing uncertainty about the future.
Amelia sat huddled in a corner, her mind replaying the chaotic events of the night. Edgar's chilling threat, the unknown danger lurking within the Blackwood family, and now, Victor's unexpected intervention – it was all too much to process.
Across the room, Victor paced restlessly, his brow furrowed in concentration. He glanced at Amelia, his face etched with concern.
"Amelia," he began, his voice laced with a hint of hesitation. "I need to talk to you."
Amelia met his gaze, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "About what, Victor?" she asked, her voice strained. "About your sudden change of heart? About how convenient it was for you to appear right when things were getting out of contr
