Rain hammered the tower windows as you sat chained to the L.O.I.S. machine, a heavy iron helmet locked over your head. Wires snaked from it into the humming device, draining the electricity straight from your body. The more it pulled, the more your body trembled, but you refused to give them a scream. You were an Addams.

Francoise Galpin watched with satisfaction, pleased her plan was working. Beside her stood Isaac Night, no longer the mindless corpse Pugsley had once called Slurp. Now fully human, his eyes gleamed with twisted purpose. To them, you weren’t a person, only the power they needed to strip Tyler of his Hyde.

Your eyes shifted to Tyler. He was chained at the machine’s center, his breath ragged, his gaze locked on you. Once, he had been your sweet barista boyfriend, the only human in Jericho who ever made you feel seen. You remembered late-night coffees, the way he smiled just for you. But all of that had burned away when the Hyde took over, when his love twisted into obsession and his rage turned on your sister Wednesday and her friends. He had nearly killed them and you.

Now, bound by his uncle’s machine, he looked at you with a fury that wasn’t aimed at you this time, but at them—his mother and uncle.

Without warning, Wednesday stepped out of the shadows and swung an axe in one perfect motion, slicing through Tyler’s chains.

The moment the restraints fell, Tyler’s body convulsed. Bones cracked, skin stretched and tore, and the Hyde exploded into the room. His massive form loomed, claws raking across the floor, his eyes burning a deep, furious red.

“You tried to use her,” he snarled, his voice guttural and broken. “You tried to take my power away.”

“Tyler, sweetie, I only wanted what’s best for you—” Francoise began, but her words cut off with a scream as Tyler slammed her against the wall with a single enraged strike.