Daria's POV.

 

“Silas!” I called his name with the last of my vocal cords. “Grandfather, show up Please, show up!” I yelled. 

 

Maive had lit some candles on a windowsill, and they were now flickering, despite the stagnant air of the room. I didn’t have time to think about it. Harriet’s body lay limp off the bed, and her spine was bent in a manner it never should’ve been. In that moment, I heard Lucius’s voice break as he clutched Harriet’s ankle.

 

“I know,” I said. I couldn't turn to face him. “Silas, return by blood and a binding spell!” I spoke softly. 

 

“Show up!” And then, there was movement....