Five days had passed since the fight. Aria avoided both men, focusing only on Betty and work. Her face still showed a faint bruise where Luca's fist had connected, she hadn't spoken to either of them since ordering them out of her office.
"Mom, are we really moving to the Blackwood estate?" Betty asked, watching Aria pack an overnight bag.
"Just for a little while," Aria said, folding a sweater. "It's safer there."
"But I like our house."
"I know, sweetheart." Aria zipped the bag closed, “but someone tried to break in last night again."
This was the third attempted break-in this week. The security system had caught a masked figure testing the windows, and the guards had found strange markings carved into a tree outside – old werewolf symbols meaning "death to the bloodline."
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