Lucian, Lia, and Seraphina stood behind the window of his bedroom, staring down at the chaos unfolding beneath them.
As soon as Lucian had first heard the sound—something between a shriek and a gurgled cry—his body had reacted before his mind. He wanted to rush outside immediately, but he hadn't.
Because if he ran outside, his mother and sister would follow.
And if they followed—
So, he had rather forced himself upstairs instead, to his bedroom. From there, he could get the clearest view.
It seemed neither Seraphina nor Lia could properly hear the faint sounds drifting from outside, and only Lucian was able to hear the faint, sharp screams.
His heightened perception was really showing its advantages.
All three of them stood shoulder to shoulder now, staring out the window.
Chaos.
That was the only word that fit what was going on before them.
Chaos—and death.
