ALEX.
The twins remembered where the fireworks were kept five minutes too late.
“Oh!” Lucas suddenly exclaimed, snapping his fingers as if struck by lightning. “They’re not in the storeroom. They’re in the secondary storage room, across the west wing!”
Sofia nodded eagerly. “Edmund transferred them there so we won’t touch them.”
I forced a smile, even though my patience was thinning. Niko had already stormed off to look for them, irritation radiating off him like cold air. “Alright,” I said gently. “I’ll go get your father.”
I expected it to be simple. I really did. The hallway leading to the west wing was quieter than the rest of the house, the lights dimmer, the walls colder. When I reached the storage room, the door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped inside.
“Niko?” I
