Victoria's POV

The cabin reeks of mold and Clarissa's labored breathing. I pace the rotting floorboards, my bare feet slapping against wood.

'This is all Moira's fault. Everything.'

My mother lies crumpled on the couch, her face gray with pain. Blood seeps through bandages where that psychotic twin's claws tore her open.

"Victoria," Clarissa wheezes. "We need help. I'm dying."

I don't even glance at her.

Dad. Ethan. Marcus. All rotting in Crimson Eclipse's ...