LUNA JILLIAN
We finally arrived at the Golden Claws mansion. It felt good to be back. The cold wind that brushed against my face as I stepped out of the car reminded me that this was my place. My home. My rule.
Margaret walked beside me, silent but alert. I looked at her and smiled.
“We’re home,” I said, placing my hand on her shoulder.
Margaret nodded. “Yes, mother. Finally.”
The guards bowed as we entered the main doors. I walked in with my head high and my heart racing. I had the green potion safely hidden in my coat pocket. Every step I took reminded me of what I was about to do tonight.
Inside, the mansion smelled of fresh roses and polished wood. The scent always calmed me.
I turned to my daughter. “Margaret, go to your room and rest.”
She raised a brow. “Rest? I thought I
