(Author's POV)
Sebastian walked in. He looked calm. His hands were in his pockets, his expression settled in the way of someone who'd already made up his mind before entering the room.
"I heard you talking earlier," he said. "I know what you're thinking."
Richard looked at his younger son.
"I'll do it," Sebastian said. "For the family. I'll do it."
Stefan sat back down slowly. Richard said nothing for a long moment.
The clock on the mantle ticked.
Somewhere in the house, a door closed quietly, and the night went still.
In a different bedroom, Sienna woke from a nightmare gasping. Something had been chasing her. Her lungs burned. Her legs wouldn't move. She'd run and run and gotten nowhere.
She sat up in the dark, drenched in sweat, and barely had time to register where she was bef
