Chapter 87: Blood in the Vines
Adrian’s POV
My knuckles were white as I tightened my grip on the bat, the hit from downstairs still echoing in my ears. Elena, whose face was white but determined, lingered in the bedroom doorway behind me.
"Stay with Lily," I muttered.
"Adrian—"
"Please, Elena. Lock the door and wait for me to declare it safe before leaving."
After hesitating, she nodded and reentered the room. I felt a little bit of comfort as the lock clicked into position, but it was fleeting.
Every creak of wood sounded loud in the solitude as I made my way down the stairs. My eyes were tricked by shadows, but I continued to move, the bat ready and poised.
I could see the source of the commotion in the low light of the foyer: a broken window, glass on the floor gleaming like ice
