It was as if an electric current ran through my body, alerting me to the potential threat she represented.

“Cierce?” I murmured, staring at her. “Why did Ignis think Cierce was a threat?”

Cassian looked at Cierce and then at me. “I don't know, Mom, but Ignis used the garlic code only when she arrived.”

The tension in the den was palpable, and Cierce's gaze met mine. She remained calm, but something in her eyes made me question.

I looked at Cassian, seeking ...