Lumian’s POV
I stormed up the steps to their house, fists clenched at my sides. Every part of me burned. My skin. My breath. My thoughts.
She was mine.
I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve seen it what Arthur was doing. But I’d been too patient. Too careful. Not anymore.
I didn’t knock, I didn't need to.
Carlos had seen me coming and opened the door.
“What do you want?”
I pushed past him, ignoring the tight set of his jaw, the flicker of rage in his eyes.
“I’m here to speak to your parents,” I said, voice low but barely leashed.
He followed me into the sitting room. “No, you’re not.”
“I’m not leaving,” I said, spinning around. “Not until they agree to return Liz’s body to me. She belongs here.”
My voice cracked on the last word. I didn’t mean for it to.
His mother and father came from the hall, already tense.
“I’ve come here to command you,” I said, my eyes locked on Liz’s father. “You will order her body returned to Blackthorn. Today.”
Her father didn’t speak.
Carlos stepped betw
