CHAPTER 051: Almost Nostalgic

CHAPTER 051: Almost Nostalgic

I reach into the nightstand for the taser I’d brought up earlier. I click it on, letting the blue light crackle in my hand for a second before switching it off and holding it at my side. It’s not like I’ll need it-probably. But I love knowing I have it.

As I descend the staircase, I hear their laughter, faint but grating, echoing through the front door. I take my time, each step deliberate, almost regal, like I’m finally walking into a role I was always meant to play. The queen of this godforsaken castle, here to set things straight. I swing open the door, and for a moment, there’s a stunned silence. Ryan and Emily are standing there, both frozen as they take me in. Ryan’s gaze travels slowly over me, lingering far too long, while Emily just gawks, blinking, her jaw slack. “Well, well,” Ryan says, recovering. “You’re back.”

I smile, a slow, icy grin. “Of course, I’m back. Kindly take my presence in front of you as an eviction notice. The both of you are no longer allowed in this house.”

Ryan chuckles, arching an eyebrow, clearly amused. But Emily? Her face flushes deep red, and she steps forward, almost indignant. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me,” I say, keeping my voice cool, calm. “Everything you own that I couldn’t burn today is neatly piled beside the grill machine. I suggest you pick it up if it’s still important to you. As for this house, I don’t think I could make it any clearer you’re no longer welcome here.”