Narrator's POVThe Spellman mortuary was more than a home — it was a fortress of secrets, a sanctuary of witches, and the heart of Sabrina's world. Tonight, it would also become the place where Keiran's shadow first crossed their threshold.
Sabrina's POVSabrina hesitated at the front door, books in hand, Keiran standing just behind her.
She could still feel the echo of that night's attack, the faceless shadow that tried to claim her. And she could still feel the way Keiran had stood between her and death, calm as if danger was nothing new to him.
She wasn't sure why she brought him here. Maybe she wanted answers. Maybe she wanted her aunts to see what she saw — this strange, unreadable boy who seemed both protector and mystery.
Taking a breath, she opened the door.
"Aunties?" she called. "I brought… someone."
Zelda's POVZelda descended the stairs, her posture regal, her cigarette holder perched between two elegant fingers. She paused the instant she saw the young man standing beside Sabrina.
Tall. Striking. There was something about him — a stillness, a presence that made the air feel… heavier.
"And who," Zelda asked smoothly, "is this?"
Sabrina opened her mouth, but Keiran answered first, his voice polite, measured.
"Keiran," he said with a small nod. "A friend of Sabrina's."
Zelda's eyes narrowed ever so slightly. She didn't trust easily. Especially not strangers who carried themselves like soldiers hiding swords beneath their skin.
Hilda's POVHilda bustled in from the kitchen, wiping flour off her hands.
"Oh, hello there, love!" she said warmly, giving Keiran a beaming smile. "A friend of Sabrina's, is it? Well, isn't that lovely. We don't get enough guests here."
Keiran inclined his head again, the faintest flicker of amusement passing over his face. Hilda's warmth was… unusual. Not what he was used to.
Ambrose's POVFrom his lounging spot on the sofa, Ambrose watched the exchange with sharp curiosity.
Sabrina never just brought people home. Especially not people like this.
He tilted his head, studying Keiran. There was a weight in the boy's eyes, an oldness. The kind of look you only saw in beings who had lived far longer than they should.
Interesting. Very interesting.
Sabrina's POVZelda was still watching Keiran like a hawk, her suspicion almost suffocating.
Sabrina cleared her throat nervously. "He… helped me. The other night."
Zelda arched an eyebrow. "Helped you?"
Sabrina hesitated. She couldn't say the whole truth — not without giving away more than Keiran clearly wanted her to. "There was… something after me. He kept me safe."
Zelda's expression hardened. But she said nothing. Not yet.
Keiran's POVHe could feel their eyes on him — measuring, weighing, judging. Zelda's sharp suspicion, Ambrose's curiosity, Hilda's naive kindness.
It didn't matter. None of it mattered. The only one that mattered was Sabrina.
He offered a faint smile, controlled and careful. "I only did what anyone would have done."
But he knew, deep down, that wasn't true. Few would have stood against what he had.
And fewer still would have kept their secrets intact afterward.
Narrator's POVThe Spellman house had welcomed him in, but not without question. Suspicion lingered in the air, thick and heavy.
Sabrina had brought Keiran into her family's world.But what would happen when she learned he was already tied to it by blood?