THIRD PERSON:
The air in the west wing of the mansion is stale, smelling of antiseptic from the room where Daniel Salvatore resides.
Tamara stands in the center of the room, her eyes stinging as she looks at the boy who shares her face but none of her reality. Daniel sits on the edge of the bolted-down bed, staring at nothing, a smile on his face.
Dante stands by the door, watching his children attempt to interact. He clears his throat, speaking to Tamara.
“I’m leaving for the weekend. Some business in the north needs my personal attention.”
Tamara turns to face him, her expression drawn.
“You are in charge. Make sure Raven stays away from this wing. She is never to discover this room. Do you understand?” he asks flatly. Her eyes redden slightly as the exhaustion of growing up in a p
