Adrian didn’t sleep that night.

Neither did I.

The photograph lay on the table between us, its threat clearer than the printed ink.

Someone had been outside the nursery.

Watching.

Waiting.

Granny read the note twice and said nothing.

Vanessa, on speakerphone, suggested we relocate for a while.

"Somewhere off-grid. Just until we identify who’s left on Eliora’s side."

Adrian refused.

"I won’t be run out of my own house."

I placed my hand on his.

"But what about Zaya?"

He ...