The staircase was narrow, but short.

And the moment, the two breached the door, throwing it off its hinges in the process. Lilith and Mary sprinted into the foyer, where Morgan stood, his whip thrown against the wall, and his hand on the sleeping Willow’s head.

It wasn’t comforting, it was the kind placed upon one’s head when they were ready to snap it.

Mary and Lilith glared at the man. “Leave her alone,” Mary growled.

“Uncle,” ...