POV: Amethyst Walker
The dawn didn't break over the Diamond Moon; it bled through the curtains in hues of bruised gold and soft lavender. I woke before the alarm, my body feeling heavier than it had only twenty-four hours ago. Beside me, Jackson was already stirring, his aqua eyes finding mine in the dim light. There was a solemnity in the way he reached out to touch my cheek, a silent acknowledgment that this was the last time we would wake as the masters of this house.
"Ready to go home?" he whispered, his voice husky with sleep.
"I think home is wherever we’re standing, Jack," I replied, covering his hand with mine. "But the Pines are calling."
I felt the twins stir—a synchronized flutter that made me catch my breath. They were restless, sensing the shift in our energy. I moved slo
