Where You Belong

The car pulled through the gates of Evander Mercer's mansion, and Sylvie felt Willa's hand tighten around hers. Her daughter hadn't spoken since they left the Voss house, hadn't even looked up from her lap where her thin fingers picked at the bandages on her arms.

"We're home, sweetheart." Sylvie's voice came soft, gentle.

Willa's head lifted slightly, her eyes taking in the massive house with its