Eliza’s POV

“He’s dead?” I gasped looking at Morgan slumped on the ground, his body lifeless.

The expression on my father’s face was a mixture of anxiety and relief. He enveloped me into his arms and lifted me up.

“Thank the stars that you are safe and ok. I was so worried.” He exclaimed, his voice was muffled against my shoulder and I clung to him.

My brother stood slightly behind us and his wide eyes taking in the scene. “What happened Eliza? We saw the storm and we ...