(Owen’s POV)
The mansion was eerily silent, except for the faint ticking of the antique clock on the wall. My brothers and I were sitting in the living room, our minds consumed by worry. It was almost 1 AM.
I rubbed my hands together, jaw clenched. Ian sat with his arms crossed, staring at the floor, while Ryan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his thoughts spiraling. Asher exhaled sharply, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
And then…The front doors swung open. The loud creak of the heavy wood made our heads snap up.
Aurora stood there, drenched from head to toe, water dripping onto the marble floor. Her dress was torn in places, streaked with mud. Blood stained her elbows, arms, and legs. Her hair stuck to her face, and her breathing was uneven, but her eyes… h
