Ava
The sound of pounding on the front door reverberated through my aching skull, each vibration sending fresh stabs of pain coursing through my temples. I groaned softly, blinking my bleary eyes in a futile attempt to force away the hazy fog that was clouding my mind.
What… What had happened?
Sluggishly, I pushed myself up from the cold tile floor into a seated position, my muscles screaming in protest. It was only then that I became aware of the utter chaos surrounding me: the kitchen table lay on its side amongst a mess of broken dishes and half-eaten cookies, chairs overturned haphazardly.
Ophelia and Leonard were sprawled a few feet away, waking up as well. Soft groans emanated from their lips; Ophelia’s arms shook as she pushed herself up, her hair askew and her masca
