Lucivar and Nerissa arrived back home.
Both wasted no time finding Leandra.
She wasn't in her own room or Lucivar's room, so they decided to check Ravenna's room.
As soon as Lucivar twisted the doorknob and stepped into the room, chaos met him like a wall. He was greeted by a wrecking scene—furniture tilted, papers scattered like fallen leaves, pillows and bedroom nuances littered the floor; it was a wreck.
Blood hung thick in the air, metallic and unmistakable.
Dark stains streaked across the walls, smeared in frantic patterns, and dyed the bedsheets.
Something must've happened here to leave behind such an aftermath.
Lucivar turned and saw Ravenna on the bed, sleeping soundly with her stomach wrapped in bandages.
Beside her, Leandra sat, burying her face on the bed—also seemingly asleep.
