The atmosphere in the grand house was strangely calm, almost too calm, as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to happen.
But nothing like that happened.
Shilister left without causing more chaos, a rare reprieve that left everyone uneasy. Leo and Elinor were settling in well, finding some semblance of routine amidst the ever-present tension. Solace, in his usual carefree manner, continued to trail after Elinor, his infatuation as obvious as it was endearing, even if it did make Elinor blush with shyness.
Avalon, the vampire, was another story altogether. He had yet to find his locket—a prized possession that he had lost, and without Soren's help, his search had been fruitless so far. But he hadn't given up hope.
The locket held deep significance, and Avalon wasn't the type to let go of something that mattered, even if it meant combing through every corner of the house on his own.