Kaelen's POV
I commanded the sentinels to clear out everything from the cottage. Every single jar needed to be removed. Every bottle collected. Every dried herb that hung from the rafters had to come with us. Nothing could be left behind.
"Strip the shelves completely," I ordered, my voice sounding distant even to my own ears. "Empty every cabinet."
The sentinels worked with swift efficiency. They hauled bags from the vehicles and began systematically packing Ursula's entire collection. The constant clinking of glass containers scraped against my already frayed nerves.
Jaxson positioned himself next to me in the cottage doorway, observing the controlled destruction unfolding inside. His jaw remained locked in a hard line.
"What's your plan for all this material?" he asked after several minutes of tense silence.
