A Good End. Lila pov

No matter how strong I perceived myself to be, I found myself breaking down, my face buried in Leo's chest as sobs wracked my body. The car was quiet, save for the occasional sound of his hand rubbing against my back in soothing motions and my muffled cries. It had been a rough year—a year filled with venom, both figurative and literal. The house my grandfather left behind had become a battlefield of betrayal and survival, overrun by enemies as insidious as the snakes and scorpions that had slithered through its halls.

But now, they were all gone.

Mason. Ophelia. Grin Hilda.

All gone.