Chapter 11
Noah's Revelation
Cornered, Noah reveals a hidden connection to the house. His family was involved in the original ritual. He possesses fragmented knowledge that might be their only hope, but his motives remain suspect.
The air in the drawing-room had grown thick, heavy with unspoken accusations and the stench of fear. Liam’s knuckles were white where he gripped the tarnished brass candlestick, its flame casting dancing, distorted shadows that seemed to mock their predicament. Maya, usually so vibrant, was a pale wraith, her eyes wide and unfocused, darting between the oppressive darkness that pressed in from the corners and the faces of her friends. Chloe, huddled on the worn velvet chaise, trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, a stark contrast to the almost unnerving stillness that emanated from Noah. He stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, his usual cynicism replaced by a grim, almost resigned expression.
"This is insane," Liam finally broke the silence, his voice a low growl. "We're going to die here, aren't we? Because of some goddamn ritual from a century ago." He directed the last part at Maya, but his gaze flickered to Noah, a silent question hanging in the air.
Maya flinched, her fingers tracing a phantom pattern on the armrest. "It wasn't just 'some ritual,' Liam. It was… a summoning. They were trying to bring something through." Her voice was barely a whisper, laced with a terror that was no longer intellectual curiosity but raw, primal dread.
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