*~Caspian's POV~*
We descended the stairs slowly, each step heavier than the last.
The entire house was in shambles.
Walls cracked. Frames torn. Furniture shattered like it had been through a hurricane. But it wasn't a storm that did this. It was Cayden. His rage.
It was swallowing the whole house.
I spotted Dad and Leon standing at a distance, trying to hold back—but neither dared approach him directly. His aura was molten, dangerous. The moment his eyes landed on us—no, on Hazel—they both flinched.
And just like that…
He vanished.
Hazel swallowed hard beside me, eyes wide, hands trembling. But before I could say anything, we heard a noise behind us.
Natasha.
Her voice made my jaw clench instantly.
"Oh, don't tell me the damsel in distress is in another distress again," she sang as she walked past, eyes full of smugness. "Can you not just make a day that won't be all about you, precious sister?"
Hazel flinched slightly, but Natasha just tossed her hair and continued.
