Aurora's POV.
We walked downstairs, silence hanging over us like a heavy curtain. My heart thudded against my ribs. I couldn’t tell if it was from anger, confusion, or just the dread of what was about to unfold.
Luke followed behind like a shadow. Richard and mother were already in the sitting room, lounging.
Luther went straight to the center seat—the one only he ever sat on. His presence filled the room, cold and heavy. I stood behind him, trying to ignore the stares from Richard and the old witch.
Luther gave Luke a sharp nod. No words, just a signal.
Luke turned immediately and stepped out.
A few moments later, he came back in, walking beside Mrs. Marelli.
The moment I saw her, my chest tightened.
She looked like she’d seen a ghost.
Her hands were clutched together so tightly
