Evelyn staggered into the lighthouse, the visions still clawing her mind. She lit a match and pressed it to the journal.
"What are you doing?" Liam yelled.
"What you couldn't." The flames spread, consuming generations of Harts.
Ronan appeared in the doorway, a fresh quilt over his arm. "Pity. But there's always another thread."
The fire roared, the lighthouse groaned, and Evelyn leapt into the storm.