The Blackhood home

Previously

…She had not ended the curse. She had not destroyed the entity. But she had found a way to contain it, to keep it from consuming her, to keep it from roaming free. It was not a perfect solution. It was not a happy ending. But it was hers, and she would make it work. Rossi came out and sat beside her. "What now?" Eleanor smiled, a small, tired smile. "Now, we live." And in the house behind them, in the room with the locked door and the boarded windows, the Devourer waited, patient and hungry, dreaming of the day when Eleanor would be too weak to stand guard, and the offerings would finally be its own. But that day was not today. And Eleanor intended to make sure it never came.