Chapter 11: Prophecy Revealed
The old plantation house stood in front of us, its weathered white columns and wraparound porches holding onto a past long gone. Strands of Spanish moss hung from the ancient oaks like worn-out lace, shifting with the breeze as if murmuring old secrets. I hadn’t set foot here in years, not since Grandma Vivienne decided it wasn’t worth keeping up “outdated symbols of the past” and moved the family to a sleek, modern place in the city.
Now, it was our sanctuary. Our prison.
"You're sure no one will look for us here?" Lucien asked, carrying our hastily packed bags up the creaking steps.
"Positive. The family pretends this place doesn't exist anymore." I fumbled with the old iron key, its weight familiar yet strange in my hand. "Vivienne thinks it's beneath t
