As the torpor of night descended on the house and its inhabitants, Rose could count on the first certainty of that day; that unexpected fire that reignited in her chest, had decided for her that she would not spend the following days crying in her room while knowing that Scorpius" killer was free to brag about what he'd done. She couldn't allow Scorpius" memory to be tainted and the same harm done to others. Tomorrow, she would start the hunt.