The storm outside seemed like the perfect reflection of the chaos inside Blackwood Manor. The wind howled as it slammed against the windows, rattling the old frames, the sky painted in shades of deep gray and black. I felt like I was staring into a storm I couldn't outrun, no matter how fast I tried to move. Every revelation we'd uncovered, every secret unearthed, seemed to lead to something darker, something deeper. And now, sitting in this room, surrounded by the remnants of my family's legacy, I knew there was no turning back.
Damien sat across from me at the massive oak table, his brow furrowed, his gaze intense. Sophie was perched on the edge of a nearby chair, her eyes darting between Damien and me as we tried to piece together the puzzle. Lucas stood by the window, his arms crossed, his face set in a grim expression. We were all here, huddled in the heart of the manor, but it felt like we were all miles apart, trapped in different corners of the same storm.